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London. Henry Collram, 1846. 










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OLD associations are not easily forgotten. Man 
is a reflecting creature, ever measuring present 
things by the past, and thinking of what he him- 
self was years ago. He who reaches days of 
mature wisdom, and looks even at the hand- 
writing of his childhood, perhaps his first holiday 
letter to a dear mother, is astonished to see the 
difference of character in the writing. Is this the 
same hand that wrote that formal announcement 
of the happy perio'd of Christmas, when the terror 



of a blow from the heavy hand of discipline, on 
account of a blot, a mistake, a line left out, or a 
word mis-spelt, fell upon the young mind? All 
those terrors are gone, perchance the hands of the 
teacher are cold in death, and yet the warm blood 
runs for a while in your own, as with the freedom 
of thought, you transcribe the ideas of a vivid 
memory, or speak of things as they existed in your 
own day. 

But you cannot restrain the tear even when you 
look upon the words, " dear father," or " dear 
mother." They are gone ! dearest friends of your 
life, they are gone, and all the associations of 
Christmas, love, and fun, and frolic, the bountiful 
board, the merry tale, the puzzle, the charade, the 
Christmas-box, the dance beneath those dear eyes, 
with all the excitement of pleasing one fair one, 
whom you felt you would love with all your heart. 
The tear will fall to think these joys are gone, and 
that they who shared them with you are stern in 

Old associations are not easily forgotten. You 


remember them, reader, with intense vividness of 
reminiscence ; and if your heart be good, you will 
respond to the reflection, that, though lost to sight, 
they are still dear to memory. Cold is that man's 
Christian sympathy, who can call to mind a 
mother's tender care in the hour of sickness or 
misfortune, or a father's protecting hand when 
youth was in its too thoughtless career, and not 
perceive how the grace of God softens the agonies 
of human regrets by the sweet hope of meeting 
in a happier world those friends who have set us a 
good example in this, who did all they could 
by commending us to God, teaching us to depend 
upon Him, and themselves promoting by every 
means in their power, our present and future com- 
fort. Blessed associations ! even in our deepest 
regrets ye fill our souls with gratitude to that great 
God who is the giver of all good and the friend of 
the orphan and the widow ! 

If, reader, you can remember your boyhood, and 
have felt the joy of the approaching holidays, 
recall to your memory the old associations of 

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parent, brother, sister, friend, and companion 
perhaps, too, the remembrance of some faithful old 
domestic of your father's, who was your nurse, may 
come across your mind and you will enter into the 
spirit of a letter written by a brave soldier, who had 
lost his mother, but loved her memory ; and had a 
most grateful feeling of respect for a father, whom 
he had never but once seen, but who had given 
him that which was better than mere life or money 
a good education. A son in search of his father, 
would be a new work for the press ; but this is not 
a fiction, and the words of him who was the actor 
in the scene are more descriptive than any which 
a mere inventor could pen. 

" Ten Bells, Norwich, 

" August 10, 1815. 

" My dear wife, 

" I would not write to you before the object of 
my journey should be completed, and now that it 
is so, I will endeavour to describe to you some of 
the sensations I have experienced, in visiting again 


the scenes of my childhood after all the horrors of 
the late war. 

" I find twenty years have made a great many 
changes in the human countenance, as well as in 
the face of things, which used to look so very great 
to my young eye. Whether it be the grand scenes 
of the Pyrenees, with their immense heights and 
extensive prospects, that opened my eyes to the 
magnitude of things, certain it is that I found 
those very scenes which used to appear so great, 
and which I expected to view in the same light, 
appear so very small, as to create in me the 
utmost astonishment. The market-place at Nor- 
wich, which I paraded in the days of my recruit's 
dignity, though exactly the same size, seemed but 
a small square, and even the Castle Hill, to reach 

the summit of which, used to seem to me an exploit, 

was no more to my eye than a small knoll. 

" The dear old landlady, whose kindness I shall 
never forget, is not living, but her daughter still 
lives in the same house. I have been to Hingharn. 
Yes, I walked along that very road which I took 


to Norwich, and as I left the city I thought of our 
good old friend, Dan, and his word of command ; 
1 Halt ! Right about face ! Heads up !' I cannot 
describe the sensations which crept over my mind. 
I was returning a tall, grown-up man, with a 
martial eye and steady step, along a road, which, 
the last time I trod it, my young steps were 
without any certain end before them. How different 
did I now feel ! I belonged to my King and 
country. I had been in no light campaign, I had 
gained experience in many a hard-fought battle, 
and was well in strength of body and mind to visit 
again my native land. You may be assured, my 
dear, that I did most devoutly give thanks to God 
for his mercies. My prayers to Him made me 
walk with more manly vigour, and strengthened me 
in the purpose I had in view. Norfolk looked a flat 
country to me, after my wanderings in the moun- 
tains ; still, every face I met told me of a people to 
whom I felt attached. 

"As I approached Hingham, I almost went down on 
my knees with thankfulness. My heart bounded with 


such eagerness, as I passed the green lane of Kim- 
berley Park, and thought of Lord Wodehouse's game- 
keeper ! People stared at the red coat and wondered 
who I was. I arrived at my uncle's cottage. Ay, 
at that gate from which I, eighteen years ago, 
departed. None actually knew me ! My aunt 
thought it must be me ; and, I am happy to tell you 
I was most kindly received by them ! My uncle's 
asperity was all gone, and I was made. as much of 
as you could wish me to have been. But how shall 
I describe my sensations upon visiting the old free- 
school, and renewing my former acquaintance with 
friends whom I never expected to see again ! All I 
can say is, that it has proved a most unexpected 
reward, to which I had no right to lay claim. I 
could gladly have fished again in the old Mere ; but 
I had other things to think of. I was there on 
Sunday, and joined again in worshipping God in 
that place to Which my heart often reverted 
when in a foreign land. The same service, the 
spot sacred to the first breathings of my young 
spirit, concurred to concentrate my thoughts upon 


God and His goodness ; and, if I were an object of 
curiosity to many, I knew it not, for thoughts too 
deep to be diverted were present to my mind. 

" A new window is finishing in the east end of the 
church, with stained glass of great value, with the 
most prominent events of our Saviour's mission. 
But I was most deeply engaged in the service of our 
church, and truly thankful was I for deliverance 
from sudden death, when so often exposed to the 
chance of it. Never did the simplicity of our form 
of worship strike me more forcibly than at this 
moment, when the words of my mouth accompanied 
the meditations of my heart, with a perfect under- 
standing of every word I had used in my youth, 
which I now felt to be the support of my man- 

" These things all tended to strengthen my mind 
for the great object I had in view in coming into 
Norfolk, and on Monday morning, I started for my 
important mission. I felt as I journeyed on, that 
my position was a strange one, and what the issue 
might be I could not conceive: but, as I knew 


that the worst could be but a rebuke, I did not 
hesitate. Yet I own, my dear wife, that I felt very 
strangely, as, after a walk of twenty miles, I entered 

the Inn, and sat down to consider the steps I 

ought to take. N is a long, straggling village, 

but my father's house appeared one of the best in 
the place, in which there are several good ones. 
When I looked at the house, I could not help think- 
ing of the crown he gave me, when a boy, and of the 
kindness of his manner towards my aunt, whom 
I then took to be my mother. Still, I felt much 
more determined than I had ever done. Even the 
siege of Badajos, terrible as it was in every respect, 
did not shake my nerves or make me feel so quick 
a breathing and palpitation at my heart, as the sight 
of my father's house. I asked myself a thousand 

times, ' Will he care about me ? What am I to him ? 

He knows me not ! He has forgotten me ; and 

perhaps he will drive me from his door/ All my 
former pride seemed gone, and I was irresistibly 
drawn as it were, from quite a different motive, to 
approach his mansion. At one time I thought of 

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going in person ; then again of making a confidant 
of some one in the place ; and, with all these revol- 
ving ideas, I returned again to the inn, and sat 

myself down in the bar. 

" I asked the landlord several questions about the 
gentry of the neighbourhood about the employ- 
ment of the people, the charities of the place, and 
came by degrees to speak personally of the inhabi- 
tants, and at last to the very point I wished to come 

to. ' What kind of man is Squire / ' He is 

a good-hearted, charitable gentleman, very rich and 
very generous.' I did not fail to ask, indifferently, 
many other questions. ' Can you give me pen and 
paper, landlord ? I want to write a note to Squire 

about a young fellow whom he was once very 

kind to, and who was in my regiment during the late 
war. Have you any one who can take a note up to 
his house ?' ' yes ! we will soon accommodate 
you. You had better come into the parlour. 3 

"I went accordingly, into the green painted room 
where a table, with a large black waiter, and a ma- 
hogany tea-caddy upon a green cloth stood on one 


side of the room, a portrait of the Duke of Welling- 
ton on the other ; portraits of Lord Wodehouse and 
Mr. Coke, and a list of farmers forming a Saturday's 
Club, hung over the chimney place. A small table 
was brought to the window, pens, ink, and paper 
were placed thereupon, and the worthy landlord left 
me to myself, and I dare say thought me a long 
while concocting my epistle ; I believe I began 
three different sheets before I could reconcile 
myself to the manner in which I ought to address my 
father. I believe that it was the consciousness that I 
was using the last sheet of paper in the house that 
made me get on as well as I did. I will transcribe 
my words as nearly as I can. 

"'August 7th, 1815. 
" < Sir, 

" ' A young man, who has been in all the 
Peninsular battles, is returned to his native country, 
simply for the purpose of making himself known to 
his father. He trusts that the testimonials herein 
enclosed, from his commanding officer and others, 
to whom he has been personally known for many 


years, will prove satisfactory to any parent. He is 

the son of S B , who married the man 

whose name the writer bears ; but if all that an 
attached mother has declared be true, he will not 
meet with an unkind reception at the hands of one, 
who was, as far as regarded pecuniary matters, 
a friend to her. The writer of this letter comes not 
in distress, to ask alms, or to seek the protection of 
his father. He has been, and is, a British soldier, 
and does not at this time want anything. Had he 
done so, he was urged by his parent to make appli- 
cation to his father, and was assured that his wishes 
would be attended to. He comes with a desire to 
perform a duty, which at one time he could 
never have done, because a refractory and roving 
spirit prompted his natural pride to scorn the 
entreaties of a kind parent and the advice of his 
friends ! Maturity of judgment, dangers, trials, and 
above all things the experience of Christian feelings in 
his heart, have re-called to his mind those more tender 
emotions, which a soldier may be proud to cherish. 
He remembers the first moment he discovered his 


true father, and that father's generosity, when with 
the kindness of a gentleman, and never to be for- 
gotten liberality, he gave the boy who held his 
horse upon the Norwich road, at Hingham, his first 

crown. That boy now writes this at the inn, 

and with such feelings of respect as conquer all his 
past violent passions, and make him appeal to the 
natural heart of an English gentleman. If he 
appeal not in vain, that father will, before he leaves 

N , give him the opportunity of acknowledging 

in person, that he is 

" ' His affectionate and dutiful son, 


"'To Esq.'" 

" I was a long time before I finished this letter, 
though you know Iam not generally at a loss for 
words. The evening began to close in before I sent 
it up to the mansion. I had to apologise to the land- 
lord, for my stupidity in not being able to write 
without destroying his paper ; but, as he brought me 
four sheets, and I was quite ready to pay for them, 


of course I was welcome. I requested permission 
to remain where I was, and to have a Norfolk paper, 
my pipe, and my porter, brewed, as he said, in 
London, from 1 malt made in that district. 

" I could not read I could not eat. I did both, 
however, mechanically ; my eye wandered about the 
paper, but my thoughts were upon the letter ; my 
mouth ate the bread, but my stomach was not very 
grateful for it. An hour passed away, and I kept 
thinking that my application would be fruitless : 
another and another, and my heart began to sink. I 
walked about the room I thought my letter over. 
Was there anything improper in it ? Could he be 
offended ? I began to doubt whether I ought to 
have written exactly as I did : but my conscience 
told me there was nothing passionate in it, and that 
I had done right. I might have thought that the 
gentleman was at dinner, and could not perhaps 
leave his family at such a time. I found such 
to be the case, for, soon after this, I heard a 
rap at the front door, and a voice called out : 

" < Landlord, is there a soldier here ?' ' Yes, Sir/ 


f Where is he V ' In the parlour, Sir. Will you 
walk in, Sir? 3 and in walked a tall, handsome, 
portly squire, with a blue coat, bright buttons, 
hessian boots, and a cane with a gold knob on it, in 
his hand. 

" ' Leave us a few minutes, landlord, I want to 
speak to this young man;' and he surveyed 
me with a glance, seemingly of decided approba- 

" ' Is your name Thomas Hewitt ?' ' It is Sir.' 
' Then you may shake hands with me, young man ; 
I like the spirit of your letter, and I like your 

That moment rewarded me. It was worth all 
my labour. It was sweet to me, indeed ; and, as I 
shook hands with my father, I can truly say, my 
dear wife, I felt as v I would my son should feel 
towards myself. 

" ' Now, if I were alone in the world, young man/ 
said he, ' you should share my house and home with 
me. Why did you not make application to me before ? 
I would have bought you a commission. I would 


have brought you forward in your profession, and 
have made a man of you. Why did you not write 
to me r 

" Because I thought it better to be independent ; 
and something seemed to say that you would be 
ashamed of me/ 

" So, you were ashamed of me ; and I have been 
so of myself. Well, young man, pray God forgive 
us both ! What now, in common justice, can I do 
to serve you ?" 

" ' Oh, Sir ! I want nothing at the present time ; 
but I have a wife and one child in Ireland, and may 
probably have a family more numerous than I can 
exactly support : and, should such be the case, may I 
appeal to your generosity for assistance ? I am by 
no means deficient at the present time, and I never 
get into debt. I am blest with a talent for music, 
which brings me in more than' my pay, and I have a 
good wife, who is not afraid of work, and who has 
accompanied me in all my battles. She was born at 
Gibraltar, and her name was Wellington. Her 
father was an artilleryman, and was killed at Cadiz. 
Her mother is, I believe, still living/ 


" ' Your wife had a good name, and I believe she 
has changed it for a good youiig man ; and, if I can do 
anything to serve you, I will* How long have you 
been in the army ?' 

" ' Eighteen years, Sir/ 

" ' Would you like to leave it ?' 

" ' I do not think either my wife or I should, as 


long as we can remain as happy as we are, and as 
healthy in it. But, perhaps, the army may be 
reduced, and as I am only second sergeant, I might 
come under the reduction ; if so, I should then, 
perhaps, require a friend ; or my time of service may 
expire or the regiment may be disbanded.' 

" ' Well ! well ! perhaps as you have been so long 
in it, you had better complete your term of service, 
and you will be entitled to a pension, and anything 
I may then do for you, may be an additional com- 
fort. What leave of absence have you ?' 

" ' I have a fortnight from the 1st of August, and 
one week is now gone; as I march on foot, I 
must soon be journeying again to Liverpool/ 


" < Well, young man, I am glad I have seen you, 
and I shall be happy to hear more of you and of 
your adventures. In the meantime, as an earnest 
of my good intentions towards you, there are fifty 
guineas. I insist upon your taking them, and 
now, God bless you !' 

"I will confess, Mary, that I could not help 
crying, though I had so often been in scenes of 
agony, without a tear. Oh, how different are 
things which touch the heart, to those which touch 
only the flesh. The gentleman for he was one, 
though not a fine unfeeling one and more rough 
and open in his manners, than if he had lived all 
the days of his life in a drawing-room shook me 
heartily by the hand, and I know his heart went 
with his hand, for a tear stole down his cheek, 
though his voice did not falter nor his face change 
colour. Yet he sighed too,, as he said, more like 
a Norfolk sailor than an easy gentleman: 'You 
are a brave young fellow, and if I had been on 
board a man-of-war at Trafalgar, or had been a 


Picton or a Ponsonby at Waterloo, I should like 
to have commanded just such a band of Britons as 
a hundred like yourself. God bless you, my 

" And so, Mary, my father left me, and I had 
as happy a night of reflection as a poor son who 
felt nothing but the claims of nature and an honest 
heart could feel. I had done right, my heart told 
me so ; and not all the world could persuade me 
otherwise, since I compromised no honour, but did 

my duty as I ought. Next morning I left N , 

and returned again to Norwich. I know you will 
think it no robbery from yourself, when I devote a 
small sum to the daughter of the good landlady who 
was so kind to my mother. I feel glad that, of my 
own accord, I have fulfilled her wishes in visiting 

my father. His present generosity will preclude any 

application to him, unless you, my dear, or my family 

may be so situated as to be beyond the pale of my 
own exertions to provide for you. I shall start for 
Liverpool to-morrow, and, hoping this letter may 


reach you, and find you and our dear babe in 
health, believe me, 

" Your affectionate husband, 


" Mrs. Hewitt, 
" Sergeant's Wife. 
" 48th Band, Limerick or elsewhere, Ireland." 

This was the first time the H was ever intro- 
duced by himself Between the plain names of 
Thomas and Hewitt, though he was christened 
by the full name to which he was entitled. The 
writer of these pages would gladly have recorded 
many things here mentioned, in a different manner; 
but truth demands that in the history which these 
pages profess to give to the world, when a fact is 
known to be so prominent, it cannot be safely 
rejected. It would be infinitely pleasanter to have 
made this brave fellow the legal as well as natural 
offspring of truly wedded parents, and the author 
regrets that he was not so. He wishes every man 


Was so. He looks not upon marriage as a sacra- 
ment, but as an ordinance of God; the first the 
oldest the most innocent, and therefore the most 
sacred bond of unity ever ordained for man's 
comfort, and not to be violated with impunity, 
though a guilty world and light views of morality 
and religion may induce fashionable levity to slight 
its sacred institution, and to make it a mere con- 
ventional compact, the dissolution or violation of 
which is without deep sin. 

Sorrow, trouble, and anxiety, every man will 
experience in his domestic course. Happy he 
whose conscience bears him out in his walk with 
God, through all his trials ; and if he has a partner, 
sharing them with him, who by her gentleness of 
disposition, amiable conduct, and Christian piety, 
sustains his integrity* she adds to his honour and 
glory, as every honest man does to his head his God. 

What is a walk from Norwich to Liverpool, to 
a soldier who has walked from Lisbon to Toulouse? 
It is but a pleasant and a smooth journey, when 
it is contrasted with tlje opposition of a hostile 


force pervading mountain districts and ready to 
cut off every traveller who may venture upon the 
way. Resolution and exertion, if accompanied 
with patience and perseverance, will perform prodi- 
gies. But this was no great feat to be performed 
by a British soldier, who was returning to an 
attached wife and a young child, after liaving been 
absent upon one of the most interesting occasions 
of his life. 

He had seen and had been well received by his 
father, and enjoyed a tranquillity of heart, to which, 
comparatively speaking, he had been a stranger. 
He had now found a set-off to the loss of his old 
companion, Dan Long; and his heart rejoiced to 
find a void filled up with a friendship upon which 
he had certainly more natural claims. He was 
unconscious of having done any wrong. He might 
want a friend one day, and iie was now assured 
that he had met with one to whom any appeal 
might be made without fear. He arrived at Liver- 
pool and sailed for Ireland, duly arrived at the 
barracks, and found many of his old companions 


glad to receive him ; neither last nor least his 
affectionate wife, who had shared the toils of battle, 
and now shared his days of peace. 

" I am rejoiced, my dear," she said, " to find 
that your reception has been so pleasant to you. 
I received your letter but three days since, and I 
thought you would not be long behind it. Our 
child is thriving, and will, I hope, with God's 
blessing, live to be a man." 

" I wish it may be so, indeed ! I have been more 
happy in my visit to Norfolk than I expected. 
Generosity and heartiness, without any unkind 
reserve, seemed to be the characteristic traits of my 
father's behaviour. He did not receive me with 
any affectation, but with the kindness of a man 
who felt that his intentions were upright with 
regard to myself ; anfl, I can truly say, I felt 
respect and love for him. He has promised to 
befriend me at any future time, and I hope God 
will preserve him for many years. I desire not to 
share his mansion with him, as long as I can do 
my duty to my God, my sovereign, and your- 


self, in the situation I am placed in. It would be 
no particular delight to me to be elevated above 
my comrades, but it is a particular pleasure to me 
to know that in a rainy day I may hope to find 

" I love your spirit, Thomas, I always did ; and 
I have no fears that the same God who has hitherto 
shaded our heads through the days of battle will 
desert us in the day of peace." 

Little did they think how soon they should have 
to depart from Ireland, for the furthermost quarter 
of the globe. But the next chapter will shefr that 
she who had to follow her good husband upon land, 
had not to rest long before she had to undertake 
the longest voyage which the soldiers of Great 
Britain have to perform. 




WHO can leave Ireland without regret, let him 
be soldier or civilian, king or peasant, prince or 
prime minister, lord or servant ! There is such an 
inherent vivacity in the people, such natural talent, 
such open generosity and kind-hearted philan- 
thropy, the man must be without any warmth of 
heart himself who can forget a people whom he 
has visited as a stranger, or been recommended to, 
either for private or public virtue. 

It is said of the Irish, that they make their way 
better among foreigners than the English. It may 

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be that they throw off any reserve of character 
better, and invite that hospitality from others which 
they are so ready themselves to shew to strangers. 
It is certain that they have more tact, more address, 
more smartness of speech, and are far less timid 
and nervous in their use of the tongue, than their 
more retired and thoughtful brethren of England 
or Scotland. 

There is in the Irish character, moreover, a kind of 
interesting self-devotion to any cause they advocate, 
which is very taking, from the zealous warmth with 
which they press forward in the work. This warmth 
is something like that of our continental neigh- 
bours, the French, overpowering, quite over- 
whelming for the time, and almost stupifies the 
astonished mind of the less rapturous Englishman, 
and in the Irish this warmth is more lasting and 
enduring than in our Gallic friends. You may take 
the professions of an Irishman, as sincere for the time 
they last ; but you must take the professions of a 
Frenchman for the moment, with the utmost polite- 
ness, and let them pass over your head and heart 


with as much indifference as you would take his 
proffered pinch of snuff. Of course there are 
exceptions, and the peasantry of France every 
nation upon earth knows to be the most genuinely 
kind and most tenderly hospitable in the world; 
but the educated, the initiated, the enlightened, 
the polite, all know the world and its conventional 
forms too well, to admit for a moment any simpli- 
city of heart or real sincerity of purpose in their 

John Bull must be gulled, indeed as he is for 
a time, till experience opens his eyes, and abhor- 
rence of insincerity takes place if he long fails 
in forming a true estimate of French manners. 
God forbid that we should make an exchange 
of honesty for politeness*, however pleasing. Better, 
better far is it for us to undergo the sar- 
castic accusation of being seen to blush when we 
fail in politeness, than to be seen adepts in fashion- 
able levity, without a blush for a falsehood or a 

Though Ireland is hospitable, and her sons and 

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daughters especially engaging; yet, as wisdom is 
superior to all external qualifications, long may 
Englishmen cultivate its lessons, and form their 
characters upon its strength. 

But the narrative must not be forgotten in these 
disquisitions upon other things. Our heroine and 
her husband met with many attentions in Ireland. 
They were respected by those who knew their 
history, and she, being of Irish parents, met with 
many a kind reception among her countrywomen. 
Independently of these, she was respected on 
account of her long, indefatigable services in the 
Peninsular War. Her husband's musical abilities 
brought him into notice, and he enjoyed his stay 
in Ireland equally with his wife. But the 48th 
were ordered to New South Wales, to relieve the 
47th, then in barracks at Sydney. 

" What say you, Mary, to the change ? Shall I 
or shall I not apply for my discharge ? What do 
you think of a voyage to our antipodes ?" 

" I am ready, my dear, as I said when I first 
married, to go wherever your duty and your honour 


call you. You have taken the oath of service for 
any part of his Majesty's dominions, and in any 
foreign parts as well, so that if you intend to fulfil 
your father's advice, you have no alternative but 
to obtain an exchange or go yourself; and, if you 
go, then I go with you." 

"We have had but short rest after all our 
dangers, and now we have to go to the end of the 
world, upon convict duty, which is but little better, 
dear wife, than convict slavery." 

" Say not so, my dear husband ! If the respect 
of man is worth having, wide is the difference 
between a soldier and a convict. Shame, or a sense 
of degradation and crime, do not accompany any 
man in the performance of an honourable duty. 
Nor does a man entertain any idea of wrong when, 
in the conscientious fulfilment of the duties of that 
station God has placed him in, he acts with firm- 
ness, as unto God, and not alone as unto man. It 
will be my duty to lighten the hours of your 
leisure, and I do not suppose that you will be 


wholly employed in keeping gangs of convicts at 
their work." 

"I confess I am disappointed, wife, at being 
ordered so far from home. I suppose it is be- 
cause we were not at Waterloo. I could not help 
that ; but I ought to be ashamed of myself to need 
an admonition upon duty from you. I must write 
and tell my father we are going, and the long 
voyage will be a good opportunity for me to fulfil 
his request, by giving him a succinct account of 
my past life. You must pardon my momentary 
grumbling ; but, as old Dan used to say, ' Let an 
Englishman have his grumble out, and he will 
always do his duty/ So will I, dear wife, do 

" I never doubted it, my dear, and God forbid 
that I should fail to support you in it ! We have 
both been wonderfully preserved in many severe trials, 
and we must trust to Him who guides the winds and 
waves with Almighty hand to shew us the same mercy 
unto the end. We are both pretty good sailors, 


Hewitt, and may improve our time on board a ship, 
and be as happy as we could be in an Irish 
cabin. " 

" Enough, my dear, I am content ! Not a word 
ought I to utter against your good doctrine ; so I 
shall set about providing for the voyage, what 
comforts I can procure for you and our boy." 

Who would be without a good wife if he could 
help it ? She will do you good all the days of 
your life, support your head, and enable you to 
walk among your companions with honour. Wide 
is the difference between a good and a bad wife 
as wide as honour and dishonour as health and 
disease as light and darkness. " A virtuous woman 
is a crown to her husband, but she that maketh him 
ashamed is as rottenness in his bones." A stronger 
epithet the wisest man could not have used. The 
man who is sensible enough to value the good 
qualities of mind, temper, and disposition in his 
partner, above the sordid considerations of gold, 
will ever honour and cherish her, as he would his 
own flesh. 


A soldier, yes, a common soldier, and only in 
the band of his regiment, may have as high a sense 
of honour and love, as the greatest lord of the land. 
He may not be compelled to go the same lengths 
of murder, manslaughter, or as it has been some- 
times called, justifiable homicide, as the officer of 
his regiment conceives himself called upon to go, 
to prove that his honour is not to be doubted. It 
would be a fine sight to see common soldiers fol- 
lowing their officers' examples, and meeting each 
other in the deadly duel, to prove their honour ! 
The great General would soon put a stop to such 
proceedings, by executing martial law upon the 
fiery young fools. Surely then there ought to be 
a law sufficiently strong, to control men of the 
highest rank and highest sense of honour from such 
madness. The man who wilfully insults another 
is himself a coward, let his size, rank or wealth be 
what it may, and ought to be consigned to con- 
tempt, and not to the notoriety of a bold exploit 
of mad passion, a direct violation of the laws of 
God. But honour was a mutual trust between our 


heroine and her husband. They had perfect confi- 
dence in each other through their long career of 
danger, and afforded a lesson of mutual respect, 
well worthy of any man's approbation. 

The regiment was ordered on board. Colonel 
James- Erskine, the commanding officer, was a man 
well adapted to keep all his junior officers and 
soldiers in good heart, through a long and tedious 
voyage. Remarkable for an intelligent mind and 
for literary pursuits, he encouraged in all beneath 
him the cultivation of letters, which tended greatly 
to lighten the burden of confinement on board. 
His society was always to be desired, and was always 
enjoyed by those who felt his superior attainments. 
At the same time he was ^ disciplinarian, and his 
orders for muster and for deck duty, were as strictly 
observed on board the Matilda as were the orders 
of the Captain of the vessel to weigh anchor, 
unfurl the sails, and keep a good look out ahead, 
whilst he steered through the Irish Sea from 
Dublin Bay into St. George's Channel, and away 

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into the broad Atlantic, for Sydney, the port of his 

Two hundred privates on board, besides the band 
and officers, women and children, and the crew of 
the ship, formed a great society assembled in a small 
compass. It requires good generalship, as well as 
good management, to keep so great a number of 
men in good order, good health, and good humour 
during a six months' voyage; and those officers 
deserve the highest respect, who take the opportu- 
nity of such times to improve the minds of those 
placed under their care. 

The first few days at sea, in a crowded ship, as 
every one knows, are sufficiently stirring not to 
require much interference. Sea sickness and its 
consequences are felt by most ; but, when this is got 
over, the stomach and brains begin to get accus- 
tomed to the rolling motion of the vessel, and to 
preserve their equilibrium. When, day after day, no 
sight is to be seen but sky, and cloud, and water ; 
when the vessel is out of the reach even of sea- 
birds, and the dull monotony of the seaman's call, 


either of the lead or hour, makes the time move 
heavily ; then is it that the minds and hands of the 
men require the superintending vigilance of an 
intelligent officer, to give a stimulus to employ- 

Colonel Erskine was peculiarly happy in varying 
the different duties which he required, and in such a 
judicious manner as to make the crew take an 
interest in the proceeding. 

The hour of muster was early, the exercise regular 
and not annoying. He encouraged scholastic attain- 
ments, and rewarded our heroine's hushand for his 
exertions in teaching reading, writing, and arithme- 
tic. He had a certain hour for the practice of the 
band and took great interest in its advancement, 
and, when the weather permitted it, a general pro- 
menade on deck. 

He encouraged every species of mental as well as 
industrial employment, so that the Matilda was a 
floating scholastic institution, in which soldiers 
learned the use of their heads and hands, in acquir- 
ing knowledge, which proved of the most essential 
service to them in after life. 


The soldiers* wives and families were equally 
attended to, and harmony was preserved on board 
from the day they left the Channel, to the day they 
entered Sydney Cove. Not that they encountered 
no storms ; but the internal regulations of the ship 
were so well observed, that but one soldier, one 
child, and one female, died on board. 

Hewitt formed a party, which he called his 
students, and took great pleasure in reading aloud, 
at a certain time, morning and evening, a portion of 
the Sacred Scriptures : in five months he had 
read the Bible through, and, in seeking to instruct 
others, gained himself the greatest and best insight 
into those concerns which fortified his mind in 
many an after year. 

It was here that he wrote the history of himself 
and his wife, and copied it and sent it to his 
father after his arrival at Sydney. It is strange 
that it never reached him ; nor did the various letters 
which he wrote ever reach that parent's hands ; 
he remained in ignorance of his son's move- 
ments, and, though he heard that his regiment had 
sailed for Australia, yet he knew not whether the 


young soldier, who certainly pleased him, was alive 
or dead. He might feel slighted also, and was hurt 
at the seeming neglect of the young man. 

Our heroine had a serious accident when the 
vessel was off Rio^ Janeiro, at which place they 
touched upon the passage, to take in supplies. 

She was on deck, teaching her young son to walk, 
when, just as she was in the act of giving the child 
a little water, the vessel gave a sudden lurch, which 
threw her suddenly down upon her left side, and 
bruised her so much as to create alarm for her 
life. A premature confinement with her fourth son 
was the consequence, and it went so hard with 
the mother, that her life was at one time despaired 

Then might be witnessed what a real friend is 
true affection ; for it does not desert you in sickness, 
but takes the warmest interest in your comfort 
when you are unable to help yourself. The soldier's 
wife was made aware of her dangerous situation, and 
knew from the surgeon's manner, that he considered 
there was but little hope. 


"I know, my dear," she said to her husband, 
" that my case is desperate, and I feel very diffe- 
rently from what I ever before did ; and I can see, 
both by the surgeon's manner and by the interest of 
my female companions, that they consider my days 
numbered. I cannot help thinking of you and our 
children, and how bereft you will be without my 
help. It is on this account I pray for a longer 
continuance of life, if it seem good to the Great 
Giver of all good, to grant my request. But if not, 
Hewitt, then you and I must part ; but I trust to 
meet you again, when all your campaigns are over. 
I know you will love your children, and do the best 
you can for them. I feel very weak." 

" Do not despair, my love ! The surgeon has not 
told me of any immediate danger. I will both pray 
with you and read to you, and comfort you as 
well as I am able. I do still trust that it will please 
God to let you live some years longer, to be a 
comfort to me and your chidren. I do not think he 
has spared you from the horrors of war, to end your 
days upon the broad sea. Cheer up ! cheer up ! 


I will tell you exactly what I think, and what I 
learn from our surgeon. My hopes are very lively 
still, and I do not despair of better health and 
brighter days." 

" If it be not wrong to hope for such things, I 
would gladly do so, for I have no objection to be your 
helpmate for years longer, if God will permit it. 
But I trust that he will fit me for either life or death, 
Thomas, that I may live or die to Him, as he sees 
best for me." 

" That is the frame and temper of mind, my dear, 
that we should all cherish. In battle we know we 
run great risk of being cut off. An old man is 
seldom seen in the army in time of war. If his 
sinews begin to fail him, toe must give way to young 
ones, and retire from the fatigues of his march. I 
shall never forget our dear old friend Dan's death ! 
It was a lesson to us all \" 

" Indeed it was, and I wish I may end my days 
as comfortably as that old man did. He was faithful 
to God, his King, and his country ; and, if every 
soldier in England were like him, few armies could 


cope with them. You must read to me, Hewitt, for 
I take great pleasure in my bible, and find that it 
introduces me to my last and fast friend, when all 
others fail me." 

The good soldier did not fail to do his duty, in 
cherishing his partner in sickness as well as in health. 
He read to her many an hour, and conversed with 
her many more upon what he read, and then gave 
proof of an enlightened mind, which is God's best 
gift to those who will cultivate it. It pleased God 
to spare her to him this time ; and, though she ever 
after felt the effects of this fall, yet she lived 
many, many years, the respected soldier's wife 
though she is now the unfortunate soldier's 

She revived, though the child sickened. It was 
baptised by the Captain of the vessel, as there was 
no Chaplain on board, though two hundred and 
forty souls were in that vessel. The Naval and 
Military Bible Society had provided the Word of 
God for the soldiers and sailors, and the Captain 
was a good Christian. He strictly observed the 


sabbath day on board his ship, and read the Service 
of the Church to all, and also an excellent sermon 
afterwards ; and in all these duties Colonel Erskine 
took his share. 

The voyage was prosperous, though tedious. 
Our heroine lost her babe, which had been named 
" Paul/' because the vessel was then at St. Paul's 
Island, and saw it committed to the great deep, the 
Captain himself reading the Funeral Service. The 
broad sea thus became a source of remembrance to a 
mother, who often thinks upon her child, and the 
vast waters which roll over its little coffin. Faith, 
however, points to the day when the sea shall yield 
up its dead, and the faithful mother and child shall 
live in eternal love. * 

The broad sea was not without numerous inci- 
dents, external as regarded the ocean, and internal 
as regarded those who were confined in the ship. To 
an active mind, every day conveys an instructive 
lesson. Everything is full of wonder, and man 
scarcely finds his life long enough to survey even 
the natural wonders of the deep. 

The fishes of the sea became objects of interest. 


The flying fish, pursued by dolphins, and actually 
springing, in their aerial bounds, upon the deck of 
the vessel ; the barnacles, which clave to the sides 
of the ship, and seemed to breed so fast as to impede 
her progress. But of all things of interest, to a 
soldier as well as a sailor, the capture of a shark 
will not be forgotten. 

In passing down the coast of South America, 
several of these monsters of the deep were seen 
sporting along the ocean, and now and then shewing 
their single fins above the wave, as well as their long 
arched tails, whenever a piece of pork or offal was 
thrown overboard. Of the astonishing rapacity of 
this creature, every nautical writer has given some 
account. The wonder is, how the shoals of them 
which are known to be so numerous around some of 
the islands, both on the African and American 
shores, are supplied. They appear always hungry, 
and will actually fight for anything which is thrown 
overboard. Woe to the unfortunate boatmen who 
get capsized within their sight ; few can hope to 

In one of the morning parades, the soldiers of 


the 48th were indulged with a sight not uncommon 
to any vessel upon such a voyage the taking of a 
shark, and a monster he was. 

A strong line, with a few yards of chain and a 
hook attached to it, was thrown out to a formidable 
fellow who had been seen for days following in 
the wake of the ship. All eyes were directed to 
the line, baited with a huge piece of salt pork ; 
and which, as the ship dashed through the sea, 
had no time to sink, but was dragged along 
the surface of the waves. Now and then, it might 
be seen glittering on the azure curve, and presently 
springing with a jerk through the crown of the 
spray, whilst two hundred men stood with anxiety 
looking for the shark to*- seize the bait. A man 
called out from aloft. " The biter is coming !" 
He could see from his height more directly down 
upon the surface of the ocean. At last, the tail of 
the brute was seen dashing over the top of a wave. 

" Does he look playful, Jem ?" said an old sailor 
to his messmate aloft ; " or is he lazy, and rather 
fine in the nose this morning ?" 


" I can scarcely tell you yet. He is too far off 
the bait. I think he smells it. He comes on 
dashing at a good pace." 

" Does he ride fleet, Jem, on the waters, or do 
you think he dives, and comes up again from 
below ?" 

" He does not go down at all. I can almost 
trace his back as he comes along, and, to my 
mind, he's as long as our bowsprit, and as big as 
the great boat. He is quite on the top of the 

"Then we shall have a nibble presently; look 
sharp to your tackle, my boys \" 

"Here he comes, Tom," said the fellow aloft, 
and every soldier stood on tiptoe. 

"Draw the line in, Sam, draw the line in, we 
may as well all see the fun as have a bite at a 
distance. Don't stand near the line, comrades, or 
you may chance to lose a leg before you are aware 
of it." 

The line was now drawn close up towards the 
lee side of the vessel, and plain enough the huge 


monster was to be seen, watching the pork with a 
ravenous eye, and playing round it, as much as to 
say, "What is it?" 

" Will he take the bait, Captain ?" said a young 
officer on the quarter deck. 

" I can hardly say whether he will or not. He 
does not like to leave it, and he eyes it as if he 
would have it. I have seen these creatures play 
around a living victim a long while before they will 
dash at him. He seems cautious ; but if the men 
suddenly let go the line, and the bait sinks, we are 
almost sure he means to have it when it rises again. 
Let go the line, boys !" 

Down sunk the bait, up went the huge tail of 
the monster, and down>he followed the pork, 
leaving a long streak of foam where his broad fin 
lashed the wave as he went down. 

" Up with it again, boys ! Now look out ! Tab* 
care of your fingers ! Look sharp, sir, or he is 
such a little fellow, you will scarcely see him when 
he comes up." 

"Up rose the bait, and came skimming along 


the hollow of the wave, visible to every eye f In 
another moment, the monster rose, turned upon 
his side and came with a dash alongside the vessel, 
shewing a row of teeth more frightful than the 
sides of Gibraltar Rock. In an instant, he seized 
the bait, and bore it along the vessel's course till 
the line was out, and a sudden twang against the 
gunwale, told that the monster had met with a 
check. Too severe a one was it, however, for him 
to escape. That very jerk sent the fangs of the 
hook through his jaw, and he was now forced to go 
with the ship whether he would or not. 

A lively and interesting scene ensued. The 
monster might be seen springing out of the water, 
dashing at the line, and striving to break it with 
his great teeth. His rage was fearful, he lashed 
the ocean into a foam. He would at one time rush 
ft the vessel as if he meant to fight it, at another 
dash from it, as if he would break the line. He 
dived under the ship, he came boiling up again, 
staining the ocean with his blood, until his mighty 
efforts began to fail from exhaustion. 


" Clear the deck \" said the Captain, " haul up, 
boys ! haul up ! stand clear of his tail. He will 
kill you with a blow, should he hit you. Now, 
Sam, get a noose from the block, and give him a 

A noose was made, thrown over the monster's 
tail, and the huge creature was swung on deck, to 
the no small gratification of the landsmen. 

" What a fearful creature \" exclaimed our 
heroine, " what rows of teeth under his nose ! I 
wonder how he can seize his prey. Leonard must 
sketch this scene !" 

"He seizes his prey by turning on his side, as 
you saw him take the bait." 

It was some time before the monster was dis- 
patched, and any one could come near him to 
examine him. As each did so, he thought how 
terrible a death it would be, to fall into the jaws 
of the devouring shark. 

The vessel arrived in safety at Sydney, after a 
six months' voyage, yet considering their delays, 


the numbers on board, and the crowded state of 
the ship, all were in wonderfully good health ; and 
the whole regiment on board, and the crew also, 
returned thanks to God for their preservation upon 
the broad sea. 




NEW South Wales is one of the most rapidly 
progressing countries on the face of the earth ; 
progressing in the present day, in spite of the most 
untoward circumstances under which any civilized 
country ever advanced. Its native savages are not 
extinct; its new barbarians, if the outcasts of a 
great nation may be so termed, are still fearfully 
numerous; and yet its society is progressing in 
every virtue of cultivated life, and in the best foun- 
dation of all improvement, true religion. Societies 
of the first culture in England, are sending out 

VOL. III. 3) 


branches to carry virtue into the interior of that 
country, where a family, without any of those 
terrors which numbers bring along with them in 
this overpeopled land, can be nurtured with the 
prospect, that it is so much the better the more 
numerous it is. 

Agricultural labourers, of the most honest and 
healthy class, are hastening to a land where exer- 
tion shall reward industry with a sufficient supply. 
The sinews of science, the sinews of strength, the 
sinews of intelligence, are all powerfully working 
for the future prosperity of Australia ; and, by the 
blessing of God, she will shine with British splen- 
dour, when old England has advanced to her 
utmost limit, and shall be spoken of among nations, 
as once the greatest of all Islands, the glory of the 
Western World. God grant that the day may be 
far distant when she shall decay ! It must be as 
He pleases, and if he should give us the blow we 
deserve, we should not be long before we fell. 

Australia will, if she encourages the Faith once 
delivered to the Saints, and cherishes the Truth in 


her Church, rise to be a great country indeed ! 
Her principal port, Sydney, is one of the finest 
harbours in the world, and if we only consider that 
half a century has carried through that port all the 
civilization of old countries, which had centuries to 
make themselves perfect in it, and that now in 
some things she excels the oldest nations in her 
cultivated productions, what may not be expected 
of her fifty years hence, should the world exist so 
long? God grant that his church may flourish 
as it has done here, to his own honour and glory, 
and the salvation of thousands ! 

The town of Sydney was deeply indebted to 
Governor Macquarrie's organ of order, for the 
numerous improvements which he was making at 
the time when the 48th landed. Till then, the 
town was built any how, no order, no plan, no 
wisdom in any of the arrangements for the future 
health or appearance of Sydney ! Men bought 
allotments before his time, and built upon them, 
each man according to his fancy, without any 
regard to uniformity, or any idea of regularity. 



In his day, a very different method was pursued. 
All who built upon government allotments were 
under engagement to build upon a certain plan, 
which tended greatly to the beauty, as well as the 
convenience of the place. To Governor Macquarrie, 
the inhabitants of the metropolis of Australia are 
at this day indebted for the introduction of the 
greatest improvements which that country and city 
have experienced. 

Our heroine, with her husband, at first occupied 
lodgings in Sydney, as well as many others of the 
regiment, until the departure of the 47th, whom 
they came to relieve. 

It is a joyous time when a regiment is about 
to leave a distant land, for the shores of old 
England. The long voyage is considered nothing. 
Vivid imaginations of things at home, as he left 
them, are before the mind of the soldier, and 
bring his parental hearth, his brothers and sisters, 
before his eyes, and all the endearments of native 
and genuine affection. 

However stern may have been the duties which 


men may have had to perform, there is generally 
a great softening of the disposition when all those 
services are over, and they are about to return 
to European society. Nor do they fail to feel 
for those who may have to succeed them in their 
career of duty. 

Joy spread itself through the ranks of the 47th, 
as they learned the day fixed for their departure. 
The band of that regiment invited that of the 
48th to a sumptuous dinner, and our heroine had 
an opportunity of becoming acquainted with many 
of those who were now about to return to 
England. It was to one of the band of the 
47th, that the narrative of the adventures of 
herself and her husband was committed, to be 
forwarded to Squire H of N in the county 
of Norfolk. A promise had been exacted that 
the man himself should deliver it; but, whether 
it did reach Norfolk or not, it certainly never 
reached the hands of the writer's father, for whom 
it was intended. Whether that friend lost the 
narrative whether he himself was lost upon the 


voyage or whether any individual now living 
possesses the soldier's history, it never was, and 
probably never will be discovered. One thing 
is certain, namely, that it never reached a parent, 
who once felt warmly the affections of nature, 
and was strangely disappointed at the seeming 
.disrespect of his son. It is a pity, when good 
feelings of nature have taken possession of the 
heart of man, that any thing should embitter 
those feelings. All men are sorely grieved when 
their natural affections meet with disappointment. 
The warmer they are, at a certain period of life, 
when the judgment is not to be swayed by fancy, 
the more violent is the blow which causes the 
check upon the heart-strings. In nothing is a 
man more sensitive than in the seeming dis- 
respect of his offspring, especially when he has 
promised to himself the pleasure of their ad- 
vancing integrity. 

Woe to the child who slights an affectionate 
parent? The earth contains many pits, but the 
deepest and the darkest is the fittest place for 


an ungrateful or unnatural child. No works, no 
sacrifices, no superstitious selfishness, will ever 
soothe the conscience of one who wilfully brings 
down his parent's grey hairs with sorrow to the 
grave. Oh ! better is it for the happiness of a 
son or daughter, to suffer any privation, and to 
be humble, than to provoke the wrath or curse 
of an indulgent parent. Peace can only be en- 
joyed by those who seek the internal regulation 
of the affections of the heart, and, the nearer they 
accord with God's laws, the more permanent will 
be the tranquillity of the mind, which is better 
riches than gold. 

Our heroine's husband cherished in his heart, 
the warmest feelings of respect for his natural 
parent. His esteem for him was grounded upon 
the knowledge, that, before he knew him, he had 
given him a good education, and after he had 
known him, he had won his heart by the 
generous acknowledgment of his former wrong, 
and his endeavour to serve him. He would have 
considered it, therefore, a most unkind part for him 


to act, to neglect that father's injunctions. He wrote 
to him often, told him all his family concerns, and 
made him, as he thought, acquainted with all the 
particulars of his history. He took great delight 
in describing his long walks into the bush, and in 
informing his parent of all that was worthy of 
notice in the colony and the country ; and many 
were the descriptive anecdotes which he wrote, both 
of the colonists, the convicts, and the native inhabi- 
tants. Strange is it, that all these letters should be 

lost, that none should have reached Squire H . 

Had Hewitt been aware of this, he could not have 
felt surprise that no notice should have been taken 
of any of them. 

" Your father may not chose to write to you," 
said our heroine, " from an idea that you may not be 
long in one place, and consequently that his letters 
might be lost ; and may it not be, that your letters 
have never reached him ?" 

" I cannot believe, my dear, that all have failed, 
and it makes my heart very heavy at times, that I 
get no answer from one who appeared to me all 


generosity. I cannot tell what may have caused 
his silence. I shall continue to write, however, 
from time to time, that I may not have to accuse 
myself of disrespect. I am much more comfortable 
at Sydney than I ever expected to be." 

" I told you I thought you would have no con- 
victs to superintend and keep to work. I am sure 
Governor Macquarrie is very kind and condescending 
to us; his lady, too, is a warm friend to the 
soldier's wife." 

Thomas Hewitt was, in truth, made much of. 
He was so diligent in his application to the study 
and practice of his clarionet, that it obtained him 
frequent introductions into the most polite circles in 
Sydney, where music was much cherished by the 
Governor's lady, who was very partial to this 
elegant accomplishment. Frequently was he sent 
for, to accompany that lady in the best concerto 
music which could be procured, and in her fashiona- 
ble and crowded drawing-room this brave man was 
treated with the respect due to his talents and his 
demeanour. Received, as at Gibraltar, into the best 



society, he never threw off the manners of a truly 
humble and quiet man ; was never puffed up with 
applause, nor even carried beyond the balance of 
propriety, by any of the attentions he received. He 
sought not to shine, but to give pleasure to others, 
by producing those harmonious sounds in which he 
so greatly delighted. Nor did he forget to appro- 
priate all he received to the welfare of his wife and 

He had children before he left Sydney. In 1817, 
his wife had a still-born child, and was very kindly 
treated by many ladies in Sydney, to whom her his- 
tory was well known. In 1818, was born Absalom, 
the sixth son of our heroine. He grew up a fine, 
active boy, in the barracks at Sydney ; and, with his 
elder brother Edward, attracted the notice of officers 
and men of the 48th. In the year 1821, Thomas 
was born ; so that our heroine had to contend with 
all the troubles of an increasing family ; still, she 
wanted nothing. 'Cares she had ; but she was active, 
her husband fortunate ; all things went on well with 
her, during the whole period of her stay at Sydney. 


Edward and Absalom Hewitt, used to be the 
admiration of all who knew them in barracks. 
Their mother was famed for her management of her 
boys, in keeping them decent, orderly, and regular, 
and in training their young minds to obedience. 
Their father became their tutor, and brought them up 
in the ways of early piety and religion. Captain 
Alman, who lived close to them, and had a large 
family, used particularly to note their very respecta- 
ble appearance ; and was astonished to find that 
their mother, with characteristic industry and cle- 
verness, was accustomed to make all their clothes 
for them. He encouraged them as playmates for 
his own children, and always found them quick, 
intelligent lads, and no disgrace to the gallant 48th. 

Mr. Rogers, a young officer of the same regiment, 
was so pleased with the little Absalom, that he made 
him a present of the first suit of clothes which he 
ever had made by a tailor ; and the circumstance is 
held in grateful remembrance, both by mother and 
child, to this day. 

Colonel Bell was a particular friend to Hewitt and 


his wife ; and, when the regiment was reduced, in the 
year 1822, he would have had him remain in Aus- 
tralia, instead of coming home to England to be 
discharged. The news of the reduction of the 
army in that year, and the consequent discharge of 
many veterans, caused no little anxiety among 
soldiers who had lived so long together, both in war 
and in peace. 

"What do you intend to do with yourself 
Hewitt ?" said the Colonel to him, after it was 
known that he was upon the Reduction List. 

"I cannot say, Colonel. My inclinations are 
strangely wandering homewards. My father, Colo- 
nel, is a wealthy man, in Norfolk. I ran away 
from school and enlisted in Norwich, and did not 
see him, or hear of him, or from him, or he of me, 
until I had gone all through the Spanish campaigns, 
and returned to England. He received me very 
kindly after this, and promised to be my fast friend 
in need. He has no other child living, and I 
think I ought not to neglect my own claims upon 


" Most assuredly not, Hewitt. But how is it, 
that, after you once returned a young prodigal, he 
permitted you to leave him again for this far 
country ?" 

" He thought it best that I should complete my 
time in the army, and then appeal to him after I 
had my discharge." 

" I think it very strange, my brave fellow, that 
having but one son, and being reconciled to him, he 
should permit you to remain a common soldier, and 
to come so far away from him. I do not understand 
exactly, what to advise under such circumstances." 

Hewitt here explained to him his exact position, 
and the Colonel very warmly urged him to remain 
where he then was. 

" This is a fine country ; many of your old com- 
rades are going to remain. You have an established 
reputation here, and I think you may find yourself 
disappointed at home. But what says your wife ? 
Women are good judges in the time of domestic 

"I have not mentioned the matter to her yet, 
Colonel, and I know not exactly her mind; but 
I think it will incline to return." 

" It should be after years of prosperity. I think 
you have a good chance of doing well here, and a 
very doubtful one at home ; but I can only wish you 
well, Hewitt, and give you my advice to remain in 

The same advice was given him by Sergeant- 
Major Hines, who greatly respected both him and 
his wife, and would gladly have had them settle in a 
country congenial to industry, steadiness, and tem- 
perance ; congenial alas ! too much so to those 
very opposite vices, idleness, immorality, and 
drunkenness : but these never thrive in any coun- 
try ; the former alone ensure prosperity. 

" What say you, my dear wife, to going back to 
England again ? We have our choice. We have 
more ; we have a premium to remain here. Shall I 
accept it or not ?" 

" What says your own heart, Hewitt ? I am 


content to remain here, if you are ; but, should you 
refuse the present chance of returning, free of all 
expense, would you not regret the opportunity when 
it is lost ?" 

" Colonel Bell recommends my stay. My good 
friend Hines says, stay. The Governor's advice is 
stay ; and, though I do earnestly wish to see my 
father again, and am sure in my own mind that he 
would receive me kindly and fulfil his promise, yet 
all judgment seems to say, remain where you are. If 
I could be sure of my exact position in my father" 
love, I would not hesitate a moment ; but I confess 
I wish to return/' 

" Then why should you not ? I fear you will 
only fret yourself about the opportunity, after you 
have lost it. I know your mind well, Hewitt, and I 
can most sincerely bless you in my heart. You have 
always had a longing to see your father again. I 
am sure you do not want to be idle, or dependent ; 
but you feel that hard work in the bush, clearing 
new ground, and toiling all day upon the land 


would not be so suited to your disposition, as the 
chance of providing for us by your talents; and 
you think home is as good a field for you, with the 
chance of what your father may provide, as this 
distant land. Is it not so ?" 

" You have exactly spoken it, my dear. Such is 
my opinion, and I pray God I may be right." 

" Then I would never doubt it, my dear. I would 
at once accept ship, and return. I am ready to go 
back again with you. God is able to provide for us, 
as well at home as in this land. I see no reason 
why we should not ask his blessing there as well as 
here. All the earth is His, and so are the inhabi- 
tants of it. Australia will be dear to our memories, 
and perchance, some of our children may come to 
this land. God bless the good Governor, and his 
lady, and all our friends here ! I love old England, 
and shall never sigh to come back to this country, 
though I own I love so many things in it. Cheer 
up then, my husband, and as our dear old friend 
Dan used to say, ' Look the wolf well in the face, 


daughter, as you once did, and you will get over any 

" Up then, and let us take leave of our friends ; 
for the ship is in the bay, our old comrades are 
getting their traps on board ; and so, my dear, we 
will be over the waters to merry England. Adieu ! 
adieu ! adieu ! Farewell to kind friends, warm 
hearts, kindred souls, and good companions. Fare- 
well to friends high in power, and ornaments to the 
land they dwell in. Farewell to the rich saloon, 
where admiring ears have listened to the dulcet 
sounds of the soft piano, and the swelling notes of 
the accompaniment. Farewell, Sydney barracks, 
where soldiers have enjoyed much attention, and 
have been respected by all classes. Farewell, thou 
land of future, promise, though of much future 
sorrow, where the uphill work of religion must have 
much laborious toil before, ' the crooked paths can be 
made straight, and the rough places plain ; J where 
the desert, in time, shall blossom as the rose, and 
the sunny wilderness become a fruitful country. 
Farewell !'* 


Such were the words which the brave soldier 
wrote in his memorandum-book, as the vessel 
weighed anchor, and left a land, where for six years 
he had rested in respect. His wife and children 
were on board. The young ones wept for the land 
where they had spent their infant years, and would 
gladly have returned. But the sails were unfurled, 
and spread to the breeze. The old ship for she 
was an old voyager creaked under her way, and 
the veterans in her were like herself, weather-beaten 
hulks of many a hard-fought fight. Time for them 
the reader will say, to cast anchor, or to come to 
their moorings. 

Our heroine had her youngest child in arms. She 
had an affectionate husband, and she put her trust 
in God. She prayed for a safe voyage ; and, not- 
withstanding all the dangers that attended a leaky 
vessel, notwithstanding that, in a tremendous storm 
in doubling the Cape, one of the beams of the old 
ship started, and the water, as she described it, came 
gushing in like flashes of lightning; and though 
the horrors of shipwreck once stared them in the 


face, yet, by the blessing of God, she arrived at the 
mouth of the Thames with her husband and family 
in good health, and was landed late in the evening 
at Gravesend. 




OUR heroine landed at Gravesend, and Sergeant 
Jones, who had the care of the party, obtained 
billets for them; but, as they landed late, and 
the houses were closed, the landlords refused to 
admit the soldiers ; so that, upon landing in their 
own country after so many years' absence, their 
first reception was inhospitable in the extreme. 

" Is this merry England we talked of, Hewitt ?" 
said our heroine, " and is this the way they treat 
us ? "We were much better used in France. Our 
enemies would not let us stand shivering in the 
cold, all night/' 


" I am disappointed, my dear, and this is indeed 
but a very unfavourable omen for the future. "We 
are certainly unreasonably late in our application 
for admission; but coming as we do from the 
extremity of this habitable globe, it is cruel of these 
citizens not to admit us. We cannot, however, 
compel them, and we have no alternative but to 
wait patiently for the morning. I will try what I 
can do to get the women and children admitted. 
I care not for myself, but I do not like to see you 
freezing in the streets all night." 

It was not without much difficulty, that the 
women and children obtained quarters, and the 
men had positively to bivouac in the streets, until 
the hour of compulsory admission, at which they 
could not be refused. 

But orders were given for the regiment to move 
on to Chatham; so that no opportunity was 
afforded to make the amende honorable to these 
brave fellows. It did not give our heroine a very 
favourable opinion of Englishmen. She knew that 
the Boors of Africa would rise at midnight to 


welcome a stranger that the Arabs of the Desert 
would not deny the claims of hospitality, and that 
in every other country under the sun, the door 
would open at any hour to the brave defenders of 
the land. But here in England, the veterans of 
the Peninsula were denied a night' s lodging. 

Oh, beast not, England, of hospitality ! It is all 
very well with introductions for. the sake of pride 
or courtesy ; but in what part of this island does 
the stranger or the soldier find an open door and a 
hearty welcome, though he may have spent his 
best years in fighting for the security of those very 
men, who deny him a shelter in his necessity ? 
How many may read these pages by a cheerful fire, 
with all the comforts and endearments of a happy 
home. They may shudder at the accusation of 
want of hospitality; but that shudder will not 
prove this assertion false, that in the year 1822, 
the voyagers from Sydney who landed at Gravesend 
had to spend their first night in the open streets. 
It is to be feared that an angel, were he to come 
unawares upon many of our snug habitations, 


would find but a sorry welcome, and be directed 
to the Union House for entertainment. He might 
find an open door in some charitable cottage, but 
fhe mansion would not admit him to its kitchen. 

After having spent some days at Chatham, a 
severe misfortune overtook our heroine, in the 
visitation of one of her children with brain fever. 
Night after night did she wait upon the delirious 
child. Three surgeons attended him, and ten days 
and nights the mother changed not her clothes, 
but watched the poor sufferer with anxious eyes, 
till it pleased God to remove him from this world 
to a better. Her eldest son, Edward, at nine years 
old, a fine intelligent fellow, born in the 48th, thus 
died and was buried, at Chatham, to the great grief 
of his parents. This was the precursor to days of 
sorrow and sickness, in which our heroine had to 
fortify her own mind, and her husband his also, 
with the best consolations of religion. Soon after 
this occurrence they were ordered to Chelsea, 
where, after twenty-seven years of active service, 
Thomas Hewitt was discharged, a pensioner of 


Is. l^d. per day, and had to commence a new kind 
of life for a veteran soldier. 

"You had better remain in Chelsea, my dear, 
whilst I journey into Norfolk, and see my father 
again. Surely, surely he must have had my letters, 
and I feel a strange presentiment that his heart has 
been hardened against me; but I will seek him, 
and at once discover where the fault may be. 
Your own health is not good ; our late bereavement 
has unstrung your nerves, and time and rest are 
required to set you up again." 

" I should wish to go with you, but perhaps you 
will be best alone upon such an occasion. My 
young child requires care, and after a month or so, 
we shall be able to join you. I pray God to prosper 
you. We feel very strangely out of the army, after 
so long a habit of discipline in it." 

" It will never do us any harm, if we can only 
find some active employment at home. The wakeful 
habits of a soldier, his cleanly appearance, and 
readiness to do his duty, will be no drawback to 
any future exertion. We have had but little 


comfort since we returned to England. Still, my 
dear, we have very many blessings to be thankful 
for. I do not despair, and will soon let you know 
the result of my journey. England has yet room 
for us, and we must not be discouraged at our first 

The young man, for he was still but thirty-nine 
years of age, was not long before he again set foot 
in his native county of Norfolk; and he lost no 
time in proceeding to the very spot in which he 
first met his father. 

The same inn, the same landlord, and the same 
table, found the son engaged, though in plain 
clothes, in writing a letter to his parent, just as 
that parent passed the window. In a moment he 
was in the street, and accosted him with breathless 
haste and much anxiety. 

" Sir," cried he, "I amreturned to England again !" 
and he paused to take breath, whilst the gentleman 
viewed him with the utmost astonishment, saying : 
" And pray, Sir, who are you ?" 

What were the feelings of the son at that 



moment, no mortal can describe. He could not 
even attempt to put them upon paper. That father, 
who but six years before had acknowledged him, not to 
know him now! A strange revulsion came over 
his frame. He was wounded more severely by that 
blow, than by the enemy's sword. He was smitten 
to the heart, as if an arrow of ice, with suddenly 
piercing point, had carried a chilling blow to the 
centre of life. And is it for this, thought he, that 
I have come over from Australia ! to meet with a 
cold repulse not to be known to be denied by 
my own father ! nature, nature, how art thou 
changed! The question was again put: "Who 
are you, young man ?" and convinced him that it 
was no intentional denial of a knowledge of his 

" I am Thomas Hewitt ; your son, Sir !" 
It was now the gentleman's turn to be surprised. 
He was agitated. He turned pale, and with much 
trepidation desired him to go back into the house. 
He followed him into the room. 

"I really did not know you, young man; 


your sudden salutation, in a costume so different 
from that in which I last saw you, prevented my 
recognising you ; and yet I ought not to have for- 
gotten the voice. I have been very ill since I last 
saw you, and I had no idea you were alive. Why did 
you not write to me ? Where have you been ? You 
promised to let me have a full account of your life ; 
but not a word have I heard of you." 

" Oh, Sir, how grieved I am ! I wrote to you 
from Ireland I wrote to tell you of my regiment's 
departure for Australia ; and, on board the Matilda, 
I employed my time in writing the history of my 
own and my wife's adventures. I sent the same 
by one of the band of the 47th, who promised to 
deliver it at your door/' 

" Strange, strange ! I never saw it ! I never 
heard of it ! You say you wrote many times. Did 
you direct your letters properly ?" 

" I did, Sir, according to your own direction. I 
wrote at least twenty times from Australia, and can 
have the testimony of my Colonel, who countersigned 
my direction for me." 

E 2 


" I must make inquiry into this. Where is your 
regiment now ?" 

" Part of it, Sir, is returned to England to be 
discharged. I am one of the number, and being 
2nd Sergeant of the band, I was within the list of 

" How long have you been in the regiment ?" 

" Twenty-seven years in active service, Sir." 

" Then you ought to have been promoted." 
" Alas ! Sir, promotion is but a slow march, in the 
band. We are too often overlooked in many things 
by the higher powers, and too often thought only 
fit for parade duty ; but there are many who have 
found us most serviceable to them when they were 
unable to assist themselves. I have been in many 
battles, side by side with the bravest, and have not 
flinched from the duties of a soldier." 

" What pension have you ?" 

" One shilling and a penny-halfpenny per day." 

" What are your views now ?" 

" You promised to befriend me, Sir, if I should 
be discharged. I had the option of remaining in 


Australia, or of returning with part of my regiment 
to England. I thought, Sir, that I might never 
see you again, if I neglected the opportunity of 
returning at the expense of Government, which then 
offered itself to me, and I accepted it, though, as 
you will see by these testimonials, my prospects 
were very fair in that country." 

The young man here presented a packet of 
letters to his parent, bearing the highest tes- 
timony to the respectability of his character, 
and proficiency in his art, and to his general 
military as well as private deportment. Could 
a parent receive this genuine appeal to his 
heart without a warm response ? Could the cold 
forms of dignity, which he had himself violated in 
early life, now stand between the convictions of 
nature and wisdom ? They might in some very 
fashionable minds, whose cultivation will not admit 
the claims of nature, and which consider etiquette 
as possessing more vitality and propriety than truth 
itself ; but it was not so with this Norfolk squire. 
A blunt species of gentleman, carrying in his 


person sufficient appearance of external pride, 
without any pretensions to the extreme of 
fashion, he had yet a warm heart, alive to real 
natural emotions, and in honest affection he again 
extended his hand to the welcome soldier, and 
accompanied it with an honest Englishman's ex- 

"And you shall be welcome to England, my 
boy ! You shall not come back all this way for 
nothing. I will assist you. Where is your 

" She is now at Chelsea, Sir. I have lately 
buried my eldest son. I have two still with their 
mother; Absalom, my elder, and Thomas, my 

" And what are your views ? I know not what 
to do with you here. I have nothing to do myself. 
I cannot comprehend how your letters were lost. 
When did you write last ?" 

" Six days ago, Sir, from Chatham." 

" I must inquire into this. It is a mystery to 
me. What do you propose to do with yourself? 


A young man like you, should have some constant 
and profitable occupation." 

" My own thoughts inclined to settling at 
Norwich, and teaching music." 

" And no bad employment in these days : 
Norwich is becoming a musical city. Norfolk 
farmers do not reap very abundant profits in these 
times, though many who have been careful in the 
war, have risen to purchase the very estates they 
hired, and are become great gentlemen. Come to 
Norwich, and if anything should occur in which I 
can promote your interest and prosperity, I will do 
so. I had given you up. I felt hurt at your 
negligence, and I cannot now account for the 
strange failure of your letters. Rest here until the 
morning and I will see you again, and so, good bye 
for the present." 

Father and son parted better friends than might 
have been expected, to the very great joy of the 
latter. Nor was their meeting less cordial on the 

" I have- thought of you all night, young man," 


said Mr. H "and I have hinted at my suspicions of 
your letters being purposely kept out of my sight. 
To avoid this, for the future, when you write to me, 
follow this direction, and I shall receive them. I have 
brought you again the sum I gave you before, 
and when you have arrived with your family, and 
have settled yourselves in Norwich, communicate 
again with me, and I will arrange something per- 
manent for your support." 

They took a mutually respectful leave of each 
other, m which there was more true affection than in 
many between those who are more constantly in each 
other's sight. "With a heart much relieved from the 
pressure of doubt, Hewitt departed from Hingham 
and staid a few days with his uncle and aunt. He 
wrote to his wife, giving her a description of his 

unexpected success at N , and requesting her 

to come to Norwich, and he would meet her at the 
Ten Bells. In the meantime, he himself went to 
that city, to see what he could do in his profession 
of music. He obtained an introduction to Colonel 
Harvey, who took much notice of him, and intro- 



duced him to other gentlemen. The Rev. Mr. 
Elvin was very kind to him, and so was Mr. Pat- 
tison, the great brewer. 

His wife arrived in the city of Norwich in the 
latter part of the year 1822, and found that her 
husband had secured lodgings for her and her 
family in Ber Street. 

These were some of the happiest days she had 
experienced for some time. Her husband, by 
degrees, obtained an established reputation in the 
city. His father, with whom he had another inter- 
view soon after the arrival of his family, definitively 
promised him .30 per annum, assuring him that he 
should receive it regularly at the quarter, and that 
as long as he, Thomas Hewitt, should live, it should 
be paid punctually. Independently of this allow- 
ance, he made him many presents, which enabled 
him to bring up his family decently. 

" So England, my dear, is, after all, a comfortable 
country ;" said our heroine to her husband. " Our 
young ones thrive in it, and we have no reason to 


" I have none, my dear, none whatever, thanks 
to God's goodness, both in giving me support and 
in giving me you to help me through life. I like 
having my time fully occupied. I have this day 
been offered a situation which, I think, I shall 
accept, as it will not interfere with my pupils, or 
with music. It is the situation of watchman, under 
Mr. Yarrington, the Master of the Watch Com- 
mittee. I am so well accustomed to duty, that I 
rather think I should like it. It will help us too 
to provide for our children's wants." 

" Accept it, if you please, and I hope you will 
give satisfaction to your employer. It is some- 
thing like sentinel duty, and puts me in mind of 
soldiery again." 

Hewitt became accordingly watchman to Mr. 
Yarrington, Sen., who was much struck with the 
intelligence of the man, and placed the utmost 
confidence in his integrity. From him, Hewitt and 
his family received many kindnesses. He soon 
discovered the superior qualities of his watchman' s 
mind, and took a lively interest in conversing with 
him upon the subjects of his campaigns. 


The following letter, received from this highly 
respectable man, will justify the Author of this 
narrative in giving it to the public in this place. 

" St. Simons, Norwich, January 5, 1846. 

" Sir, 

" In answer to your inquiry respecting the late 
Thomas Hewitt, it is now about twenty years since 
I first knew him. It was soon after he was dis- 
charged from the army. He was then very anxious 
concerning his prospect of obtaining a livelihood for 
himself and his family. I soon discovered him to 
be a man of intelligence, far beyond most men 
moving in his sphere of life. I advised him to call 
upon the late John Pattison, Esq., one of the 
Aldermen of Norwich. With that gentleman I 
had several interviews relating to Hewitt. 

"I informed Mr. Pattison that Mr. H 

of , was Hewitt's father. Mr. P., knowing 

Mr. H , succeeded in obtaining a consider- 
able allowance towards his maintenance, and many 
favours during the time Mr. H was living. 


" Hewitt was a watchman under me; but, finding 
it did not agree with his health, he was obliged to 
give it up. I always found him a man that might 
be trusted, and my firm belief is, that he was a man 
of the strictest integrity. 

" I remain, Sir, 
" Your obedient servant, 


" To the Rev. Richard Cobbold, 
" Wortham Rectory." 



EVERY man's life has its changes. No day is like 
the one gone by. Every one brings with it some 
dissimilarity. A wise man has said, "There is 
nothing new under the sun " but, as everything is 
growing old, even the world itself, so must every, 
thing be changing ; and if, from change to change, 
we are proceeding in our course, may God grant 
we may go on changing for the better, till 
we come to our last change, and be happy for 
ever ! 

" I find my time fully occupied, my dear," said 
Hewitt to his wife ; and I know not what it is to be 


idle. Our boys are growing up, and begin to read well. 
Absalom is at the top of his class, and Thomas 
begins to know his letters. I want but a few more 
pupils, and I think we should be able to lay by a 

" I am, indeed, happy, my dear, comparatively 
speaking, and enjoy the rest which God is pleased 
to give us from the toils and dangers of war ; and, as 
long as you have your health, and my fingers can 
work, our children shall not want for decent cloth- 
ing, nor for such education as we can afford. You 
will probably soon have some more pupils. Mr. 
Yarrington is very kind to us ; but I sometimes 
wish that this night-work could be dispensed with. 
What with blowing the clarionet in the day, 
keeping watch at night, and teaching the Sunday 
school on the Sabbath, I am afraid your lungs 
may be affected." 

" My Sunday occupation is the pleasantest part 
of my work; and, as Mr. Valpy's health is not 
good, I have double pleasure in assisting our clergy- 
man, and in instructing the young. Children are 


like soldiers : they require to be taught in 
companies, and to be drilled into discipline by one 
who understands training. I find, from my constant 
habit of teaching, that they look up to me, and obey 
me. It is curious that, after so many years of war, 
I should at last be engaged in the peaceful service 
of the Church of England. This is a change, 
indeed \" 

It was one perfectly congenial to the mind of this 
brave man, who, having made very early improvement 
in his own studies, was then happily engaged in con- 
veying Christian instruction to the young. In 
1825, the Rev. Mr. Valpy, in whose service he was 
so pleasantly employed, died ; and, with the change 
of pastors at St. Simon's, came change of master 
for the school. So that this profitable Sabbath 
employment, was changed from a public one to the 
more private instruction of his own family. 

This was an eventful year of change to our 
heroine. After having seven sons, she gave birth 
to a daughter, adding to her domestic comfort as well 
as to her family cares. But a more singular event 


occurred soon after her recovery from her confine- 
ment. A letter arrived, announcing the existence of 
her mother, and not only her being alive, but that 
she was on her way to see her at Norwich. 

It is an event, indeed, after seventeen years, to 
see an affectionate mother ; and, let a person's cir- 
cumstances be what they may, if natural affection 
be not extinct, the heart must indeed rejoice ! Who 
would not give, ay, all things, to see again the 
loved face of his childhood, to see the bright smile 
of approbation, to press again the warm hand of 
affection, or to interchange the soft kiss of parental 
and filial regard ? Away, coldness ! away, ye cruel 
forms of a heartless world, or damp chills of fashion ! 
A fond mother's face, after seventeen years' absence, 
must melt the heart of a man, arid try him tenderly, 
whether he be a child of God or not. If a child of 
God, he would fly into that mother's arms, and 
bless God for the inexpressible joy of such a 
moment. Let the fanatic assume what high at- 
tachment he may to his own faith, he would not 
be to be envied, if he could see his mother, who 


gave him birth, who taught him his first prayers, 
watched his cradle, and yearned over him with the 
bowels of compassion ; he would not be to be 
envied, if he could see her after seventeen years, 
and be unmoved. 

It was not likely that the genuine heart of affec- 
tion which our heroine possessed would fail to feel, 
ay, more than any pen of man can describe, when 
her loved parent entered her abode. 

Each could but look at the other, and see the 
changes that time had wrought. Seventeen years 
before, and the bloom of youth sat on that 
daughter's cheek ; the cares of the mother had 
come with her womanhood, but she had never lost 
the affections of a daughter. And this may be 
one reason, reader, why now in her widowhood, her 
own children have never ceased to bless her and 
respect her, to treat her with the warmest affection, 
and in her poverty and distress to spare all they 
can for their mother's comfort. 

A month did her mother stay with her, and with 
Hewitt and her daughter talked over the early 


days of their youthful affection, of the changes at 
Gibraltar, and her own change of condition. After 
she had lost her husband at Cadiz, and her only 
son, she was very lonely, and being still an active, 
and by no means otherwise than a goodly person, 
she married a comrade of her husband's, a 
Cornishman, who, after serving his time in the 
Artillery, retired with a pension to Guinear 
in Cornwall, about twenty miles from the 
Land's End. At very advanced ages, this old 
couple, Thomas and Fanny Williams, are still living, 
as appears by a letter from them to the heroine of 
these pages, dated March 25th 1845, with this 

" N.B. When you direct, 

" Direct for Thomas Williams, 

" Pensioner, 
" No. 99, Tallywarren Street, 

" Camborne, 

" Cornwall." 

Twenty letters from them, now lie before the 
author of this narrative, all breathing the purest 


affection and respect for our heroine and her 

The mother, after a month's stay, returned to 
her husband in Cornwall, and it is now twenty 
years since that visit was paid : times have 
wofully changed since then with her daughter, 
though their mutual affections are unaltered. 

But we must trace the gradual advance of mis- 
fortune, because at that time there was no apparent 
occasion to dread any. Yet soon after this, we find 
that they left Norwich. There had been a name- 
sake of Hewitt's in the band of the 48th, who had 
always been upon the best terms with him. As 
he had served his time, and returned to live at 
Aylsham, his native place, he came to beat up his 
quarters, and staid a few days with our heroine. 
Those few days stirred up the former taste for 

" What say you, Hewitt, to another campaign ? 
After all, we are best fitted for soldiers. I have been 
requested to seek for some veterans of the Penin- 
sular campaign, to join the Norfolk Militia. Now 


you and I had a pretty good share of the foreign 
wars. What say you to being on the peace esta- 
blishment at home ?" 

" I must think the matter over, and talk it over 
with my wife,; \ve are well off here, and the old 
proverb, ' Let well alone/ may indispose her mind 
to changes. I see no objection to it. The pay is 
good, and the duty not very heavy. I will talk it 
over with her." 

They did talk it over, and our heroine saw no 
objection to the plan proposed. She thought it 
better than the uncertainty of pupils and the 
watchman's place ; besides, the place to which they 
were to go, was at no great distance from Norwich, 
and they might still keep up their connexion in that 
city. Upon the whole, she approved the change, 
and Hewitt and his namesake entered into the 
Norfolk Militia and became active non-commis- 
sioned officers, under the command of Captain 
Guthrie, at Yarmouth. 

Hewitt went over to N to communicate the 
change to his parent, who again treated him hand- 


somely, and gave him money to pay all the expenses 
of changing his place of abode, assuring him again 
of his great respect that his income should be 
punctually paid to him, and that he would take care 
that it should be insured to him for his life. 

It was a change to our heroine again to see her 
husband in uniform, and to find that he was a 
peaceful soldier of the militia. She and her young 
family removed to Yarmouth, and took up their 
abode near the Apollo garden walk. Here they 
lived for fourteen years, not without many changes ; 
for though the militia was for a time made strong, 
yet after a few years it was disbanded, and Hewitt had 
to return to teaching music again. One effect, how- 
ever, which his present appearance as a soldier had 
upon his young sons was, that it gave them a partiality 
for a red coat, which they never got over, notwith- 
standing the kindness of many friends who would 
have had them choose some more peaceful occupa- 
tion. Some quaker ladies were very kind to the 
boys, and took great notice of them, and in many 
ways befriended them. 


Hewitt, in 1827, was engaged to play the third 
clarionet at the Norwich Festival, and here he was 
first introduced to Professor Edward Taylor, who 
was so pleased with his modest deportment and 
scientific industry in the cultivation of music, that 
he made him a handsome present of a bassoon and 
other instruments, which his widow still keeps as a 
memorial of the Professor's kindness. 

It was with no little pride and pleasure, that our 
heroine heheld her husband in the ranks of those 
performers who swelled the instrumental band at 
the Festival. She was permitted to go to the 
rehearsals, and truly might it be said, that she and 
many others enjoyed the treat with as much satis- 
faction as any of the more enlightened audience 
who came to see and to be seen, to hear, and to 
pay for what they heard, to the ultimate benefit of 
the hospital and other charities in the city of 

Harmony has its discords, and the cultivators of 
harmony frequently have jarring disagreements, 
even in getting up a grand entertainment for the 


public amusement. For there is as much or more 
natural pride in those who have to play before a 
great audience, as there is in those who shine in 
the more retired drawing-room. The principle of 
harmony is good; but, in the practice, too many 
discords destroy the most harmonious sounds, and 
afford anything but gratification. So, in great 
public festivals, it is no easy thing to control the 
minds of all the performers, and bring them under 
the guidance of one conductor. 

After having been a soldier a second time, and 
the regiment of Militia having been disbanded, 
Hewitt's father assisted him to embark in a fishing 
speculation at Yarmouth; but this turned out 
unprofitable. Loss of horses, boats, and various 
other circumstances, over which he had no control, 
rather tended to involve him in difficulties than 
to lift him above them, and proved that a good 
soldier might make but a sorry fishmonger. Still he 
contrived to bring up his family respectably. He 
had two more daughters born to him at Yarmouth, 
Martha and Kerenhappuck, the latter so named 


because Job had seven sons and three daughters, 
and gave the last this name. But this daughter 
was not the last, for his wife brought him another, 
Priscilla, who still lives with her. 

Eliza, after being carefully trained in Mrs. 
Turner's Sunday School, was bound apprentice 
to Miss Branch, the respected staymaker, at 
Yarmouth, whom she served two years in that 
capacity, and afterwards for five more as journey- 

" I " think, father," said Hewitt's son Absalom to 
him, after he was grown a fine boy, very tall for his 
years, " that I should like to be a soldier. I have 
always wished to be one, and you enlisted very 
young ; why should not I ?" 

" I know no other reason, my boy, than that I 
think you hardly know your own mind yet. Were 
you fated to see as many difficulties and dangers as 
I have seen, I could sincerely wish you to drive a 
Yarmouth traul cart all the days of your life, in 
preference." ^ 

" Nay, father, that would be a sorry kind of life 


for a soldier's son. Fancy me mounted on one 
of those strange vehicles, which go upon wheels 
without an axle have no seats, and no sides 
all length and no breadth touch the ground 
with their bodies, whilst their legs, if I may so 
term the shafts, go up into the air higher than 
the horses' heads. I should look well on one 
of these carts ; for as to being in one, that would 
be an impossibility, since they have no insides, 
and, as they rattle along, look more like lumber 
gims than anything else. Put scythes to the 
hobs of the wheels, father, and they would look 
like the first Queen of England's war-cars, of 
which you were reading to us the other day, in 
the History of England. Let me be a foot 
soldier, and I shall be content." 

The father thought the boy had some choice 
of his own, and only urged him not to be too 
hasty in deciding upon the point. The carts 
he mentioned are peculiar to Yarmouth, and are 

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well adapted for the narrow rows ; as the nume- 
rous thoroughfares between the old sea front 
and the river's face are called. No one who 
visits Yarmouth can fail to note this feature of 
internal traffic from the shore to the most remote 
corners of the town. 

If any physician wished to prescribe a novelty 
for his patient, he need but send him to Yar- 
mouth for a species of driving which would keep 
every muscle of his frame in active motion. Let 
him have to stand on one of these vehicles for 
two hours in a day, and permit one of the 
Yarmouth herring-men to drive it ; he would not 
long be afflicted with indigestion, which, Aber- 
nethy says, is the cause of all diseases. 

Our heroine's eldest son, Absalom, could not 
be persuaded to change his mind, but enlisted 
in the 12th foot, took his departure for Ireland, 
and sailed from the Cove of Cork for the Isle 
of France, where he now is. 


His brother, Thomas, some years afterwards 
followed his example, and is now a private in the 
Coldstreain Guards. 

Changes, changes ! what changes we all see 
in the course of our lives ! Again our heroine 
changed her place of abode, and went to live at 
St. Martin's, Palace Plains, near the White Lion 
Inn, Norwich. Her husband found many friends 
to notice him. He was invited to play in several 
families, and the soldier, with his medal, which 
he was entitled to wear at all times, became a 
noted character. 

It is pleasant to look through the letters 
of their children, and see flowing from their 
hearts the same strain of affectionate piety 
as flowed from the hearts of their parents. 
It would be tediously spinning out a nar- 
rative, to introduce the epistles of sons to 
parents, from the various parts of the world 
where they were quartered. It will be enough 

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for the Author to state that he has had great 
pleasure in perusing them, and he can honestly 
and conscientiously affirm, that they are letters 
such as young men of good principles, and affec- 
tionate and dutiful sons, would write to parents 
whom they honoured at home, and never ne- 
glected to honour, though they found themselves 
in distant lands. 

In writing these pages, the author is glad to 
find that, notwithstanding all the changes which 
visited this family, one bond of unity has under- 
gone no change among them, namely, mutual 
love for each other; and may God grant that 
nothing may ever break it, but that with his 
grace, it may be more firmly knit, till time shall 
be changed for them into eternity. 




WHO was more eloquent upon the 'afflictions 
of human life, than the celebrated Kirwan, Dean 
of Killala? If any man by words painted a 
picture to the life, it was this celebrated preacher, 
whose glowing and impassioned oratory was 
addressed to the hearts of his hearers with such 
an irresistible appeal, that, it is said, those 
who came to scoff at his powers, went away in 


" The lieart of man," lie exclaimed, " is a 
labyrinth, of whose uncertain ways God alone 
-can have a knowledge. Though the world should 
put him in possession of all its delights and all 
its enjoyments, they would be insufficient to fix 
and satisfy him, for he has one attachment nearly 
invincibly incompatible with rest and content- 
ment ; namely, an everlasting desire for change 
and novelty. The love of happiness is essential 
to his being. When the appearance presents 
itself, he flies to it with rapidity. The moment 
it commences nearly puts a period to its enjoy- 
ment. What does it serve him to possess, since 
he never ceases to desire ? Such is too truly the 
prevailing character of man, till trouble arrives, 
which brings wisdom on its gloomy wings, and 
tells him too clearly he is to look for true and 
durable felicity only beyond the grave !" 

Pardon, reader, this serious quotation, from 
memory, which the author never needed to read 


a second time, since every line became indeli- 
bly impressed upon his mind from the very 
first perusal. They often spring up, when he 
sees in real, every-day life, their solemn force. 
He could not help transcribing them, as the 
thoughts of the coming chapter moved over his 

Affliction ! It is a word which thousands 
cannot endure to hear mentioned but in private. 
Eloquent perhaps in the deepest silence, it broods 
in a language of its own over sufferings mental 
or bodily, which pen cannot express. Take the 
kingdom of God for a few moments out of a 
man's heart, and see how he will mourn and 
pour out his soul in the most plaintive melodies, 
such as no earthly loss whatever could equal : as 
cruel men in some countries take out the eyes 
of a poor bird, that it may warble its tender lay 
to the refined but heartless feelings of its listen- 
ing conquerors. Does the song compensate for 


the loss, when the man cannot restore the eye- 
sight ? Oh, hard, tyrant man ! boast not of joys 
purchased by the punishment of a tender, help- 
less bird ! Were but the great God to take 
from thee that blessed Comforter who cheers thee 
on thy journey, thou wouldst sing a mournful 
ditty to thy fellows, who would not understand 
thy wailing ! Oh, be not cruel then to any 
creature, and thy affliction shall never be without 
a sweet peace. 

Our heroine, though a soldier's wife, had a 
tender heart, even in the stirring, hardening 
times of war. As a mother, she had been des- 
tined to feel the sorrows of life, in parting with 
beloved infants and children, not one of whom 
she would not gladly have had survive herself. 
But she was now called upon to endure the loss 
of a daughter, who was endeared to her and her 
husband by the singular precocity of talent with 
which she was endowed. Heaven fits, or rather 


the God of Heaven and Earth fits and prepares 
the young mind, with very early calls to his 
kingdom ; and, though most men wish to live to 
the utmost limit of human years, from that 
natural tenacity to life which all creatures 
possess, yet there are few parents of families of 
any extent, who have failed to witness the wisdom 
of those children who have been early called to 
be partakers of a heavenly kingdom. The calm- 
ness with which, in sickness, they look upon 
things past, present, and to come, is a beautiful 
lesson of family piety, almost enough to make 
the strong and healthy envy the tranquil joy of 
the wise and sickly. 

" Mother/' said the little Martha to her 
parent, " I shall never live to be a woman ; nor 
do I desire so to do. Father and you are very 
kind to me, and I love you dearly. Brothers 
and sisters too are very good to me, and I 
love them all; but still I think I shall have 



to leave you all I do not think I shall live 

What was a mother to reply to this ? The 
little Martha was by no means strong. She was 
a delicate, sensitive, singularly intelligent child, 
whose actions appeared to be governed by a 
wisdom which the ablest divines, in their most 
beautiful discourses, might have inculcated. She 
was a child full of thought, ever thinking, and, 
like a most perfect ear, she could no more bear 
a discordant word, than that ear could bear a 
note out of tune. 

A harsh word was grating to her ear, an irre- 
verent one was shocking; but a blasphemous 
one, let it be uttered in the broad street, would 
make the child cling to her parents as if there 
were a wild beast let loose in her way. The 
father and mother observed this early delicacy, 
and Hewitt, in his hours of instruction, found 
his little daughter Martha receive all he could 


give her, and yet desire more. Sweet thirst for 
truth, whenever childhood, youth, or manhood, 
shall seek to know what God has revealed for 
its instruction and happiness ! Heavenly Father, 
thou who callest thy children to thyself, it is a 
sweet consolation that thou permittest even a 
soldier, a rough parent, or a soldier's wife, a 
kind mother, to give instruction to thy children, 
and to know that as thine they can never be 

" My dear child," said the mother, " I know 
you are not of a strong constitution, and I will 
not deceive you by saying that you are; 
but God can do all things, and can make 
your natural weakness strong with his 

" I know it, mother ! I know it ! for as father 
told me this very Sabbath evening, His strength 
is made perfect in our weakness ; but, mother, 
his strength is not bodily strength, but strength 


of spirit, to love him and his goodness more 
dearly than anything else." 

What a speech was this for a child ! and yet 
it was simply the wisdom she had perceived, and 
was unanswerable. Yet the father tried hep 
faith a little when he said with earnestness, 
" How can you say, my dear child, that his 
strength is not bodily strength, when you read 
of the miraculous bodily power of Samson ? Was 
not his strength merely mortal ?" 

"Father, that strength was made perfect in 
his weakness. He was weak enough to suffer 
himself to be bound with cords, and yet in the 
moment of his utmost self-abasement, he burst 
them asunder. He was weak enough to reveal 
the secret of God's strength bestowed upon him, 
and he l^ad his eyes put out. But when his 
enemies were most strong against him, and 
prevailed with their utmost cruelty, he put 
forth his prayer to his God, and prayed for his 


strength, and down came the columns of the 
idolatrous temple, and he slew more in his death 
than he had done in his life. How can you call 
this mortal strength ?" 

Was the father able to gainsay this? The 
little divine, for so he called his beloved Martha, 
would have had him question her further ; but 
he took her in his arms, and put an end to an 
argument which he found himself unable and 
unwilling to combat, and conquered or rather 
prevailed with a kiss, not of betrayal, but of 
exquisite affection. 

Yet this dear child was to be lost to him ; and, 
though he sincerely delighted in her superior 
mind and joyed to see her every time he came 
into his house, he felt, each time he saw her, 
that she was leaving him, though she evinced 
more and more warm affection for him. Could 
he desire that she should remain in a world 
where everything shocked her? Nature and 
grace had to struggle in the heart of the parent 


more severely than in that of the child. Nature, 
pure, simple, innocent, affectionate, nature, in 
the tender child, was part of the perfection of 
God's grace, and suffered no shock in her, 
because she found it part of God's love in her ; 
but the parent felt his own loss, felt for the little 
sufferer's bodily pains, and died in his own heart 
whilst he willingly yielded her up to his Creator. 

Little Martha had an affection of the chest, 
which for a long while tormented her ; but she 
did not complain, and rather sought to soothe 
her father and mother with the prospect of her 
departure than to grieve them. 

" I do not like to see those tears, dear father," 
she said to him before her death, " they seem to 
me ungrateful. Why do you weep ? Is it for 
me ? Pray do not do so, for my departure 
ought to be your joy. You read to me just now, 
' Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord F 
Why do you grieve then ? Have you any doubts 
about my dying in the Lord ?" 


" No, my dear child, no. I do not grieve on 
this account. I am sorry to lose you so early in 

"And what would you have me live for, 
father ? You have no mansion for me here, but 
my heavenly Father has prepared for me a place 
to dwell in, better than the palace of the bishop ! 
You can promise me no joys here, but my 
heavenly father assures me there are joys ever- 
lasting at his right hand, and so said the dear 
bishop, when I heard him preach on Good 
Friday, at the Cathedral. You can give me no 
crown, yet you read to me of crowns of glory 
as the reward of the children of God." 

" Dear child, you speak so confidently as to 
make me think you know not that you are a 

"Dear father, and would you have a sinner 
doubt ? For whom did the Redeemer suffer ? 
Not for me, if I had not been a sinner. Have I 


forgotten how many times you have corrected 
me ? I did wrong, you forgave me, because I 
confessed to you my faults ; but, dear father, 
I perceived that my sins were against God, and 
your forgiveness could not forgive me before 
Him. For that reason, I felt I wanted forgive- 
ness from Him, and you told me that Christ 
only could obtain that for me. In Him then 
did I find it. How then can you suppose that 
I could forget that I had been a sinner ? But 
God forgives me, and I heard his forgiveness 
pronounced at church by his minister, and took 
it as such to my soul." 

Could the wisest argue better ? Could the 
father gainsay a word? He submitted to the 
hand that gave the blow, and the dear child died 
in his arms. 

"Mary," said he to his wife, "that child's 
death is the first nail in my own coffin. It is 
not that I am so melancholy as to be without 


hope for you and for myself ; but I did love that 
child dearly, I did delight in her singular preco- 
city, and I feel that I must go to her ; she cannot 
come to me." 

It was singular, but not long after the child's 
decease, Hewitt's health began to fail him. He 
became subject to asthma, and found that his 
breathing through the clarionet and the bassoon- 
were followed by a strange pricking in the throat* 
He could never forget his little Martha; he 
would speak of her at all times, but especially 
when his children came home to meals, and 
seemed to miss her society. 

"I cannot rouse myself, Mary/' he said to 
his wife, " I cannot rid myself of the idea, that 
it will not be very long before I shall go to 
her, since she cannot come to me. Let me be 
where I may, that child's questions, her extraor- 
dinary arguments, and her sincere devotion, 
seem to press themselves upon my mind, and, 


sleeping or waking, my little Martha is always 
present with me." 

It was not that he did not love his wife and 
children with the same warmth as he formerly 
did. If possible, he loved them more. He 
spent more of his time at home. For, on account 
of the irritation of his chest, he found it dange- 
rous to indulge in his former pursuits. He was 
one of the finest possible bassoon players in an 
accompaniment. His ear was perfect, and his 
taste extremely good ; but the bassoon is a dan- 
gerous instrument for any person whose lungs 
or whose breathing is affected. 

An active man is very unwilling to give up 
his accustomed employment, though he may 
actually require rest, to preserve his health or 
his life. How many a workman, with pallid 
cheeks and starting eyes, has risen perhaps to 
his unhealthy occupation, when nature called 
out, " Keep your bed, you want rest for a few 


days." Alas ! he has a wife and children, 
whom he knows will call for bread, and he 
cannot aiford to lose his time. So he goes to 
work and increases his disease, till he can go 
no longer. So our heroine's husband would go 
on playing his bassoon, until he was compelled, 
from sheer exhaustion, to give it up. 

His active mind, however, knew no rest. He 
read, he wrote, he thought, and now he con- 
versed, day after day, with his affectionate wife, 
upon things which more deeply concerned his 
soul. Affliction brought him nearer to his God. 
He saw his hand at work in the career of his 
own life, and observed to his wife that it had 
been a very merciful one. 

" I ought to be more thankful, my dear, than 
I am, for this very affliction which now prevents 
my earning for you, as I used to do, such a 
weekly aid as enabled us to live in comfort. But 
we must soon remove to a less expensive habitation, 


for I feel that, as my powers decay, we shall not 
be able to meet the expenses of our family 
without changing our place of abode. We now 
stand at a high rent, and our children require 
all we can spare from our income. You and I 
have known too many changes to heed a remove, 
and it is better to be honest and pay our way, 
than to live in misery beyond our means." 

" I have no objection, my dear, to any change 
which may ease your mind and render you more 
comfortable. We have slept upon the bare 
ground many a stormy night, and any house in 
this city affords us better shelter than the plains 
of Salamanca. It is nothing to me to give up 
these fancied comforts, when your health and 
peace are the object. Now you mention the 
subject, I think our friend, the landlord of the 
Ten Bells, who has known us so many years, 
has some houses to let not far from him. They 
are small and very reasonable, and what is the 


difference between St. Martin's Palace Plains, 
and the Ten Bell Lane ? I will go and see him, 
and try if we can arrange about the rent. Do 
not make yourself uneasy about any luxuries for 
me, Hewitt ; a soldier's wife should be prepared 
to more than meet her husband's misfortunes." 

A woman is braver than a man in the hour 
of retrenchment, if she loves her husband as 
much as she does herself. What a blessing she 
is to a man, if she can deprive herself of any 
accustomed luxuries, to support the character of 
her husband for honesty. What are luxuries, 
when a person cannot afford to pay for them, 
but robberies committed upon honest principle, 
which in the end produce more misery in their 
possession, than they could possibly do if 
rejected? "Retrenchment" sounds harshly on 
the ear of luxuriating pride; but those \dio 
would not forfeit love for all the possessions of 
pride, know well that the meeting an evil with a 


good heart and a firm hand, carries with it un- 
speakable joy. 

The soldier's wife had no smart carriage to 
lay down, no livery servants to discharge, no 
horses with flowing tails and flying manes to 
part with ; but she had her comforts of compa- 
rative luxury to give up, which one who had 
earned them after many a hard-fought fight, and 
many a weary hour, was perhaps as much 
entitled to enjoy, as the lord or lady of the 
proudest mansion. A woman who had looked 
a wolf in the face without a shriek, would not 
be likely to make much lamentation about 

As a good wife, she soon changed the more 
expensive dwelling for an humbler one, and took 
up her lodging in the Ten Bell Lane, Pottergate 
Street, Norwich, in a small, retired court, and 
never uttered a murmur at the remove. Afflic- 
tion did not leave that roof, though one outward 


cause of annoyance might be got rid of. It 
required all the energies of a good manager, with 
a sick husband, and herself and family to feed and 
clothe, upon a pension and allowance, which, when 
the earnings of an active man were added to 
them, were an ample provision. Care and atten- 
tion, economy and honesty, affection and cheer- 
fulness, with that never desponding faith which 
relies upon the daily mercies and providence of 
God, made the retired lodging in Ten Bell Lane, 
very soon as comfortable as the house on the 
Palace Plains. 

The best men in this world, at any period 
of its existence, have known what it is to 
be poor ; and, as the author began this chapter 
with a quotation from the waitings of the wise 
and eloquent Dean of Killala, he cannot better 
close it than by another quotation, an example 
of his doctrine, that affliction is better than 


" Look to Solomon in all his glory ; the im- 
mensity of his treasures, the magnificence of his 
palaces, his flourishing states; beloved of his 
subjects, respected by his neighbours, celebrated 
and admired through every region of the earth ; 
then turn from this dazzling picture of all human 
prosperity, to contemplate Job, deprived in a 
moment of all his earthly possessions, the 
children he adored torn suddenly from his 
embrace, cruelly abandoned by his relations, 
basely insulted by his friends, stretched upon 
the earth naked and forlorn, his body covered 
with putrifying sores ; in a word, reduced to a 
situation which no imagination can dwell upon 
without extraordinary horror. 

"Which of the two would you conceive to 
have been most favoured of God ; the man whom 
excessive prosperity plunged at length into the 
very abyss of impurity, or he whose unparalleled 
adversity became at once the proof and triumph 
of his virtue ? 



" I need not say what the answer of a true 
Christian would be, or of any individual capable 
of distinguishing the true sublimity of the 
human character." 

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MAN'S difficulties are attributed by many wise 
men of this world, to his own want of wisdom. 
To be poor, according to such men's ideas, is to 
be a fool. Nay, there are some who seem to 
imagine that it is the very first duty of the 
Christian ministiy to teach worldly prudence, 
the laying up of treasure upon earth, the getting 
money somehow; and when it is gotten, the 
taking care of it, laying it out so as to bring in 


the greatest interest, in insurances, railroad specu- 
lations, investments in land, mines, ships, canals, 
and all the variety of profitable channels which 
may present themselves to the eager thirst for 
gain. The clergy are sometimes reproached hy 
a wise brother for not taking advantage of some 
of these opportunities, as if the golden grain 
of Mammon were the best fruit they could 

Let those rejoice in their riches who can get 
and keep them ; but let not a good man despair, 
though poverty may stare him in the face ; let 
him not repine, let him not forget that God 
provides the daily bread of the humble, and that 
he will never .desert any of his children. His 
purse may be very low, but let him be lowly 
himself, let him be ready to give, of that lowly 
spirit which he possesses, such gifts as God has 
given him, and he need not doubt, that men will, 
if he has patience, pour into his bosom sufficient 

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of the abundance which God has given them, 
that he may be provided for. 

Benevolence makes many rich without dimin- 
ishing the possessions of the donor; and, 
though it may be more blessed to give than to 
receive, yet if the recipient of bounty takes that 
which is given him by mortal hands, as from the 
blessed instruments and agents of the Almighty, 
he will never be at a loss for gratitude and will 
never offend or be offended in his poverty. The 
workman is worthy of his hire, and will be paid 
sufficiently if he will do his work diligently; 
but if he will be idle, he cannot expect the 
blessing of God or man. Affliction, bodily or 
mental, may deprive an honest man of power to 
work, and then he becomes an object of real 

There was not a more industrious, pains- 
taking, decent, and respectable couple, than our 
heroine and her husband, in the line of life in 


which they sought their livelihood. They had 
toiled through the Peninsular campaigns with 
honour, and had left the British army without 
ever once incurring the slightest reprimand for 
any neglect of duty; hut, on the contrary, 
received many testimonials of grateful respect 
from comrades and from officers who knew 
them. Before the writer of these pages, lie 
letters from soldiers who called our heroine's 
husband their Mentor, instructor, adviser, and 
friend. One of them is so characteristically im- 
pressive of the fact, that it will serve by its 
insertion here to shew, that Hewitt and his wife 
were looked up to by those who valued intelli- 
gence and integrity, though but privates in the 
ranks of the British army. The author gives a 
copy of the letter, and he does not fear that men 
of generous minds will fail to appreciate its 
merits, though it may have many literal defects. 
The letter is written on a sheet of foolscap paper, 


and contains a most accurately traced map, made 
from observation, and which would be no dis- 
grace to any officer of engineers, whose education 
might enable him to appreciate its accuracy. 
The author alters not a word, nor a letter, in- 
tentionally. The handwriting is not bad, though 
old fashioned ; still, it is a genuine production. 
It is from his old comrade, Leonard. 

Kingston, 9th of August, 1840. 

" Good Mentor, 

" I have Endeavoured to the Best of my Judg- 
ment to give you a True map as far as my 
Abilities Goes ; this is very True you may 
Depend, for you only have to Consider that I 
always had my walk Round the Lower fort once 
Every Day at Least. And sometimes twice a 
week and Never Missed going once a week to 
the Upper Fort. And Principally to See his 
Highness the Rajah of Curnool Who was a 


State Prisiner in the Citidal. you shall hear 
More of him in My future Letters I shall not 
enter Into the Account of Bellary Untill my 
Next Letter, which will be wholely taken upon 
that Place. I hope you have Received the papers 
I Sent you, In one was an Account of Napoleon 
Trying to Poison himself at Fontenbleau. But 
how to take it for Truth is Still a Secret with 
me. I shall not say anything in this Letter of 
our Journal more than to say, I have got a Great 
Deal of Matter for your Information, Both pain 
and Pleasure, I have to say that I have with my 
Mrs Enjoyed the Charms of our Fair, and 
Summer's Cheering Delight. But through all 
our Delights I have Never once Forgotten, you 
and your Family in my Jovial Glass No Hewitt 
this time 31 years we were you know well, on 
our half- Starved Retreat. And at the time you 
Get this Letter we were I Suppose Upon Enter- 


ing the Lofty But Pleasant Hills of Garasiaga, 
not far from pizzaro's Native Place. However 
my Friend these are all Bygone Days But Still 
I Look Back, to Some of those Scenes with 
Pleasure, of all the Countreys I ever was In, 
Spain Certainly Gives me the greatest Pleasure 
to think off, as for Portugal My thoughts Seldom 
Goes there without it is to Bring to Mind our 
Affair in punhetta. And some more Little 
adventures. Spain is Romantic And Grand in 
its Appearance Good and Virtuous People But 
a Bad Government, which I think Providence 
will alter, as the present times seems to foretell 
some Events for Bettering Spain. In Some of 
your future Letters, I should Like your opinion 
upon the Present State of the World as Regards 
its Warfare Position. And what you think of 
England, I am Afraid She is going Down Hill. 
Also Russia, Prussia, Austria, France. Our 


Eastern possessions, And China, not Forgetting 
the New found out Country in the South Pole 

"I have Been Requested to Let you Know 
that Mr. Becket sends his kind Respects to you 
and Mrs. Hewitt and he wishes you to give the 
Same to Lones when you have the Pleasure to 
see him. I had him at my House Spending 
one Day with Us, when we Talked over a good 
many Old Olds. 

" I told you In one of My Former Letters that 
he had Married Jackey Boon's wife who was 
Killed Near Salamanca this Woman died about 
16 years Ago And the Old Lady B now conse- 
quently, is the .Second wife. Becket seems to 
do very well at present keep a Grocer's Shop, 
and sells Beer But not to Be drunk in the 

"You will give our kind wishes to Mrs. 
Hewitt and Children. And May the Blessing of the 

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Almighty God, Attend you and your Family in 
all your Affairs, is Hewitt, the Constant wish 
of your old Fellow Traveller. 


" To Thomas Hewitt. 

"P.S. Charming fine Weather at this time/* 

Who shall say this is not an honest, hearty, 
intelligent letter, from a common soldier to an 
old comrade? Could the reader see the map, 
as drawn by this brave fellow' s pen, he would 
say, if he had a son in India, " I wish my boy 
would pen me such a one." Should Leonard be 
now alive, he need not be ashamed that it is in 
the possession of the author of this book. 

This letter has been introduced, simply to 
shew that the man to whom it was written was 
worthy of respect, though at that time in reduced 
circumstances, which, alas ! were soon followed 



by a severe blow. News reached him from his 
uncle at Hingham, that his father was dead. 

This was a sudden blow ; and, as Hewitt had 
not been in very good health, it occasioned a 
depression of spirits to which he had never before 
been subject. The loss of his little daughter, 
Martha, might have predisposed his mind to 
melancholy, and the falling off of the profits of 
his teaching might have created unwonted 
anxiety in any man of strong nerve ; and, when 
such causes for grief are accompanied with bodily* 
weakness, /the stoutest heart is forced to yield 
to the common afflictions of human nature. 
The death of a father, who had been a kind 
friend to Hewitt, and for whom he felt the 
deepest respect, was at this moment severely 

"I wonder, my dear," said he to his wife, 
" whether I shall receive any intimation from 
any ot tne family to attend his funeral ? I should 


wish to be there. It must now be known what 
allowance he has made me, and how it is to be 
continued ; perhaps I shall hear in a day or two. 
If not, I shall go to Hingham, and hear what 
my uncle says to it." 

"We shall certainly hear soon, and as it is 
near the quarter-day, some one will write to you. 
I should not be surprised if something in the 
shape of a legacy were left for you ; and it would 
come in very acceptably at the present time. 
At all events, there could be no harm in your 
paying the outward respect to your father's 
memory, by attending, even if unknown, at the 

" I shall wait a day or two, and, if I hear 
nothing, I shall go over." 

He waited, but each day passed and brought 
nothing but increased anxiety. So off the poor 
fellow started for Hingham and thence to 
N . 


As he had been at the Crown several times, 
and was known to be in some way or another 
connected with the deceased, though the exact 
relationship was not known, the landlord was 
not surprised to see him enter his house with 
a countenance of unfeigned sorrow. 

" "We have lost the Squire, Sir," said he, " and 
I suppose you are come over to the funeral. Ah ! 
Sir, he was a good-hearted, kind gentleman. 
We shall many of us miss him, and the poor 
most of all." 

" When is the funeral to take place ?" 

" To-morrow, Sir. Are you going up to the 

house ?" 

" No, Landlord, I shall take up my quarters 
with you. I had a great respect for the deceased 
gentleman, and have walked from Norwich on 
purpose that I may see the last duties paid to 
his remains. Who are his nearest relatives ?" 

" He has none very near, that I know of. 


His lady is living, and a sister of bet's lives with 
her. There are no lineal descendants of the 
Squire's alive. He has been altering very visibly 
for some months. Did you know him before 
you first came here, Sir ?" 

" I knew him when I was a boy, landlord, and 
have received from him many personal kind- 
nesses, and I think he had a great regard for 
me. But he is gone, and I shall never forget his 

" I have no doubt many will feel and say the 
same ; and I, for one, shall always feel respect 
for his memory. Are you going to look at the 
vault to-day ? if so, I will walk with you." 

" I shall be glad of your company. I never 

was in N Church. It will have a painful 

place in my memory, on account of the occa- 

" You speak very feelingly of our late Squire, 
and I am sure he deserved your good opinion. 


Ah, Sir, we cannot live for ever, and wealth will 
not keep a rich man alive one day longer than a 
poor one." 

"That I know nothing of. It must be as 
God pleases ; His will must be done and not our 
own. If you had been spared in as many scenes 
of death as I have been, you would learn to 
know the value of your latter days, compared 
with your early ones/' 

" Have you been in many battles ?" 

" I have been in almost all that were fought 
in the Peninsula, and have survived them twenty- 
seven years. Wealth may not keep a man alive 
beyond his time ; but poverty, with a large 
family calling upon you for bread, and you not 
strong enough to earn it, must make you so 
over-anxious as imperceptibly to shorten your 
days. It is pleasant to be able to leave some- 
thing behind you for your widow and children/* 

"Yes, Sir, it is pleasant to a man, perhaps, 


to be enabled so to do; but if not, I do not 
see that he ought to let it shorten his life. We 
all live by God's providence ; if we can do 
no more for them ourselves, we can always 
pray to Him who is a father to the fatherless, 
and the God of the widow ; and, if we can see 
with the eye of faith, L how provident he has 
been for us, we ought not to doubt his care 
of them." 

Hewitt turned round with sudden astonish- 
ment, looked the man earnestly in the face, 
and said : 

" I did not expect such a speech from a 
publican. There is truth in that beyond the 
power of any to gainsay. You have done me 
as much good as if an angel had crossed my 

"I have only spoken an every-day axiom of 
Christian life, and one which I have heard so 
many times inculcated^ from the pulpit of our 


Church, that, sinner as I am, I cannot forget 
it. I see too many, however, who neglect their 
wives and families for their own gratification ; 
and, as far as in me lies, I have endeavoured 
to convince those who frequent my tap too 
often, that they are doing an injury to them- 
selves and their families, for which they will 
never forgive themselves at the last. You may 
think it strange, that I should thus shorten, 
as you would term it, my own profits; but 
I have never found it do so. On the contrary, 
no man comes to my house to drink more than 
he ought, and I never trust any man to take 
a pint without paying for it. I have not had 
a drunkard in my house for twenty years." 

"If every one did but follow your maxim, 
we should find the blessings of God properly 
used, and not abused. You give me much 
pleasure. I am a man, landlord, who has ft 
wife and five children : a pensioner, with two 


sons in the British Army, and three good 
daughters at home. I have been enabled by 
industry to bring them \vp decently, and to 
give them comforts which many do not possess ; 
but I have found my pursuit failing me of 
late, and I fear that it may totally fail. Still 
I ought to be thankful ; but I fear that I am 
not sufficiently so. But here we are at the 
Church. It is a very fine structure; what is 
the name of it ?" 

" It is St. Andrew's. The clerk is now going 
into the Church, let us follow him." 

Hewitt, and the landlord of the Crown inn, 
went into the Church of N . Their first in- 
quiry was concerning the time of the funeral. 
Then followed an inspection of the spot where 
Squire H was to be interred, and many ques- 
tions on subjects in which the general reader 
would be but little interested. He may be 
already tired of the heaviness, or, as he may 


term it, prosiness of this chapter; but if he 
has any taste for architecture, he should go and 
inspect N Church. :'.-*< 

It is a magnificent fabric, with a lofty tower, 
built in the fifteenth century; the nave, aisles, 
and chancel in conformity with the exterior 
of the edifice, and the roof of the nave of 
beautifully carved oak, ornamented with eagles, 
with expanded wings. If he examine the north 
side of the chancel, he will see a very elaborate 
piece of workmanship, which some antiquarians 
might write a volume upon. The upper part 
is formed of curiously-wrought spiral work, with 
arched canopies and niches, and in the lower 
compartment there are three effigies of men 
in armour, separated by three trees. 

After much conversation with the old clerk 
about the deceased Squire, in which very honour- 
able mention was made of his generosity and 
general kindness to the poor, Hewitt and the 


landlord returned to the inn, and, as the ice, 
which is generally pretty thick in this northern 
clime, was broken between them, they melted 
towards each other, and, to the great comfort 
of the lonely traveller, he was permitted to spend 
the evening of that day with this good land- 
lord's family : a better specimen of an honest 
old English inn-keeper, did not exist in his 

But the morrow came the funeral came : as 
private as it well could be in a populous village : 
but two mourners, and servants, and numerous 
work-people. In the multitude, not one heart 
more grieved than that of the British soldier, 
who felt what he never revealed to any one 
but his God. He saw the last act of friendship 
paid to the memory of the deceased ; and, when 
others had retired, he remained, to reflect awhil? 
upon one whom he never, to his very last hour, 
forgot. In silent thoughtfulness of prayer, he 


saw the tomb closed up, and returned to the 
inn, took a grateful leave of the good landlord, 
and started again for Hingham. 

No notice had been taken of him at the 
funeral : he passed for a stranger, and as a 
stranger conducted himself ; but he did not 
feel as such. He had lost a friend and is 
there a living man who has known what this 
feeling is, and does not sympathize with this 
honest man, returning from his natural father's 
funeral, unknown by any, uninvited to it, but 
with a heart satisfied that he had done an act 
of duty, of which it could never feel ashamed ? 
Every man requires a friend. May they who can 
best feel for others, never be without this sup- 




ALL men who have any property should make 
their wills when they are in sound mind and 
body. They should never leave it to be done 
at the time when a physician is called in, or 
when they think they have but a few hours 
to live. The man, at such times, is not only 
apt to forget what property he is possessed of, 
but frequently repents at the moment of death 
that he has not done right, or has been too 


hasty, or has given some wrong direction, for- 
gotten some one whom he wished to befriend, or 
left too great a sum for his residuary legatee. 

A father of a family should remember that 
he is doing the last kind act by his wife and 
children, and, as it were, settling the claims 
of all his creditors honourably in the sight of 
God and man. And he should always have 
this will made even if he should have to make 
one on the 1st of January in every year. But 
he should take care to have but one, and to see 
the others destroyed. He may have two or three 
copies of that one will deposited in different 
places, but they should be exactly the same; 
and made with a composed mind, a Christian 
heart, and, as he would be done unto by others, 
so should he do to them. The right disposition 
of an honest man's property will always tend 
to his composure and comfort. 

Men never die the sooner for having their 


affairs in this life wound up, their houses set 
in order, and all their temporalities disposed 
of as they ought to be. These things rather 
tend to lengthen than to shorten a man's exist- 
ence. At all events, they tend to strengthen 
his mind; and, as every one knows he must 
die, and cannot tell when or how, so should he 
seize upon the first tranquil hour of his life 
to be prepared against his death. 

"Very good advice!" many a reader may 
say; "all very good; but " and this but 
has so much contrary direction, that each may 
find some excuse for not complying with it. 
If, however, he should comply, or should have 
previously complied with it, he will be sure 
to feel a satisfaction in reading this page. 

" Our quarter-day is- up, my dear," said 

Hewitt to his wife. " I have been to Mr. M , 

and he has not received any order to pay me 
my dividend as usual. Something must be 


wrong. I am much disturbed about it. What 
ought I to do ? I think I ought not to delay 
my application to the executor. I will inquire 
of Mr. M what would be best." 

"You cannot do better. But do not be so 
disturbed; all will, I dare say, be made right 
at last." 

Hewitt had a long interview with Mr. M 

in his office; he strongly recommended him 
to obtain a copy of the will of the late Squire 

H , and he assisted him so to do. But, in 

the mean time, as his necessities were very press- 
ing, and delays might only add to his embar- 
rassment, he recommended him to go and 
obtain an interview, if he could, with the widow 
of his parent. He might write a respectful 
letter, stating exactly the nature of his relation- 
ship, and requesting an interview with the lady, 
or with some friend of hers. He thought he 
would be quite justified in his application, as 



it was impossible that she could be ignorant 

that he, Mr. M , had constantly received for 

many years, the quarterly sum allowed him. 
It was, in fact, a mere matter of justice to his 
family. He would give him a note, certifying 
the bearer thereof to be the identical person 
into whose hands the money had been regularly 

"Do this/' he added, "and then let me 
know the result of your application, and I 
will give you my best advice afterwards." 

Hewitt was soon again at the Crown Inn, 
N , and wrote a respectful letter to the widow 
of Squire H , stating exactly the circumstances 
in which he had been left, and, with the utmost 
delicacy, requesting her kind consideration of 
his claims, and an interview with the lady, or 
with some one of her confidential advisers. 

This letter was taken up to the mansion, 
and an answer sent to the bearer, that some 

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one would come down to the inn, and speak 
to the man. 

The lady sent, accordingly, her housekeeper, 
who, as all officials entrusted to settle a matter 
off-hand, and to send the applicant about his 
business, appeared before the dejected soldier 
with all the borrowed consequence of her mis- 

"Are you the man that wrote a letter to 
my mistress, calling yourself the son of my 
deceased master, and seeking for money at 
her hands ? This is too old a trick to be 
played in these times ; so the sooner you give 
it up, and go about your business, the better. 
My mistress declines having anything to do 
with you. Landlord !" and she called the 
landlord in, " this impertinent fellow is an 
impostor ! He has been writing a threatening 

letter to Mrs. H , to obtain money under 

false pretences, and if you do not turn 

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him out of your house^, you ought not to remain 
in it. Ask him what business he had to dare 
to send a letter up to my mistress at all 1 Your 
boy brought the letter. I am sure you could 
not have known what kind of epistle it was, 
or, from your well-known respectability, I am 
sure you would not have permitted him to carry 
it up to the house ; and, most assuredly, had 
I known the kind of person it came from, it 
should never have gone into my good lady's 
hand. She is quite upset by it ! Poor thing ! 
after her recent loss too, to have such an attack 
made upon her by such a scurrilous tramp as 
this ! It is enough to make her seriously ill, 
landlord, and the sooner you get rid of the 
fellow the better; if he will not go by fair 
means, lie ought to be set in the stocks, 
and then pelted with rotten eggs out of the 

Hewitt and the landlord heard out this despe- 


rate-tongued woman, who, the furthe* slie wenty 
appeared to be the more violent, and assumed 
a character which she found no difficulty in 
acting, as long as she was uninterrupted. She 
went on with such eloquent abuse and such 
absurd assertions, threatening so loudly the 
stocks, pillory, gaol, transportation, and even 1 
hanging though that was too good for- him, that 
at last she came to a stand-still ; but not before 
she had revealed the secret which the stranger 
had never mentioned to the landlord. He saw 
how matters were; and, calling to mind some 
early, occurrences, and reports which he had 

heard when he first came to N , he was not 

so much surprised, though most deeply in- 
terested in the case. He thought it best to 
let Hewitt have the settling of his own affairs, 
and he therefore kept silence. 

The poor fellow, perfectly conscious that he 
had written nothing to disgrace himself, gave 


a pretty good guess concerning the voluntary 
part, if nothing worse, that this foolish woman 
was acting; and, with the calmness of a man 
who had seen too much real strife to let the 
tongue of a virago afflict him, replied with a 
very simple question, and with such a look 
of earnestness, that the woman herself began 
to tremble. 

' ' Landlord, you have heard what this woman 
has said, bear witness to my question. If 
she does not give me a straightforward answer 
to it, I will then trouble you to put on your 
hat, and walk up to the house with me. Now, 
young woman, have you any message to deliver 
to me from your mistress ? Has your mistress 
sent me anything by your hands ? If you 
have anything to deliver, do it at once, as 
becomes a good servant. For I will never 
believe that any lady in England would give 
utterance to any such language as you have 


made use of, when she has been most respect- 
fully addressed, and cannot have been provoked 
to displeasure. Give me your answer." 

Confusion sat upon the official's brow, whilst 
deep interest flushed the indignant face of the 
landlord; but the soldier kept his eye intently 
fixed upon that impudent countenance, which 
now, fairly abashed and confused, displayed 
the most ridiculous embarrassment. So does 
a bombastic fool tremble before a wise man's 
searching inquiry, and often confounds himself 
in a labyrinth of shame, from which he is 
compelled, awkwardly enough, to blunder out; 
conscious that he receives what he deserves- 

" Oh dear me ! Yes yes ! I had forgotten, 
I was to to say, that my mistress received 
your letter, and would consult with a friend 
upon the subject of your application. And yes 
dear me, I had forgotten. Yes my mistress 


s you a guinea, and hopes you will be 

Here, in a great flurry, she presented a guinea, 
neatly wrapped up in wliite paper, as though 
it had been a fee for consultation with some 
physician. But Hewitt very firmly refused to 
take it. 

"Make my respects to your mistress, and 
say that I received a promise that the annuity 
which your late master allowed me, should 
be secured to me for life. The quarter is 
now due, and as I have a wife and young 
family, I should be obliged to her to pay it 
punctually. Pray tell your mistress, I shall 
remain in this place until she sends some 
more respectable person than yourself to confer 
with me upon a subject of such importance, 
I have sufficient testimonials with me to prove 
to her the facts I stated in my letter; but 
I do not choose to trust them with a person 


who cuts so poor a figure as you do, for a 
respectable or confidential servant. Take the 
guinea back to your mistress ; and remember, do 
not keep it from her, as perhaps you might 
have intended to do from me." 

With a toss of the head, and an indignant 
stamp of the foot, she left the inn ; but 
without uttering a single word. What kind 
of tale she made up for her mistress's ear, 
no one probably will ever know. Perhaps she 
cooled upon the matter as she walked home ; 
perhaps she thought better of the stranger she 
had seen ; perhaps she was a little conscience- 
smitten for her own improper speech : be it 
as it may, she certainly informed her mistress 
of the interview she had had, and that she 
was unable to persuade the applicant to leave 
the place, and mentioned also the subject of the 
annuity. For the next day, after having break- 
fasted with the landlord, and having been treated 

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by him with more respect than usual, a gen- 
tleman called to speak with Hewitt alone. 

This gentleman was a contrast, indeed, to 
the unfeeling woman who had visited him the 
day before. He was in deep mourning, and 
in appearance, speech, and manners, was an 
easy and conversable man. Hewitt found him 
quite as firm and positive, as the former mes- 
senger had been flippant. 

" I am come by the desire of Mrs. H , 

to speak to you upon a very delicate subject. 
You must be aware, in the first instance, that 
you have no claim of relationship upon her; 
in the next, if not aware of the fact, I can 
assure you of it, that your name is not men- 
tioned in the late Mr. H 's will, and that 

you can, therefore, have no legal claim upon 
his estate. I would advise you then, not to 
trouble the widow with any importunities, as 
I know she will not listen to them." 


"Are you aware, Sir, that I have had a 
quarterly allowance for the last twenty years, 
or nearly so ? that this letter to the agent, 
who has hitherto paid me the same, contains 
a promise of its being paid punctually during 
my life ? that these letters certify the dates 
of payment, these the acknowledgment of my 
claims upon him for support, and these the 
character of the poor man who now addresses 

" May I look at those letters ? Would you 
permit me to make an extract or two ?" 

" Most assuredly, if you please. I hope they 
will convince you that I am not seeking to 
impose upon you any fictitious tale. You will 
find that is from an alderman of Norwich, who 
was well acquainted with my deceased parent; 
and this, Sir, is that parent's reply. I ask 
you, as an honest man, if you can say that 
I have no claim upon the estate of my parent ?" 


"I do not see that any of these letters give 
you any legal claim to the consideration of 
the executors of the deceased. They fully admit 
the natural claims which you assert, and beyond 
all doubt prove much aifection for you, and, 
at the same time, are highly creditable to your- 
self; but I do not see that they afford you 
any pretext for calling upon the widow to fulfil 
any engagement not expressed in the will of 
the deceased. I do not see how I could re- 
commend her to admit a claim which has no 
legal authority to establish it." 

" What you say, Sir, may be very true, as 
far as law is concerned; but do you not see 
the admission, that the allowance was to be 
for my life ? And is it too much to expect 
that a widow should fulfil the intentions of her 
husband ?" 

* ( \ do not understand that his intentions 
have been so expressed to his wife in his life- 


time. And there is much in those very letters 
which would induce me to suppose, that the 
various sums which he advanced were in lieu 
of any legacy ; and that what he allowed during 
his life, he intended as the utmost he would 
do for you. But, at all events, nothing is left 
for you, and I am sure you can obtain nothing, 
as you are even personally unknown to her." 

"May I ask, Sir, for a copy of my father's 
will ? Where can I obtain a sight of it ?" 

"You can obtain permission to see it when 
probate is granted, and you may obtain a copy of 
it from Doctors' Commons ; but I can assure you 
of its contents, and it may save you some ex- 
pense if you will be satisfied with my informa- 

"I think it so very extraordinary that no 
mention should be made of my name in it, 
that, for my own satisfaction, I shall certainly 
obtain a copy of it. I cannot understand why 


my annuity should cease, without any mention 
of it." 

" We have found a cheque, partly drawn in 
the hand-writing of the deceased, for the then 
coming quarter, which, though not strictly speak- 
ing liable to payment, I am nevertheless ordered 
by the widow to hand over to you: but you 
must consider it quite as a final transaction. 
And I assure you it is already considered such 
by her. So that I trust you will importune her 
no further." 

" I am obliged to you, Sir, for this. I am 
in no condition to refuse anything which was 
intended for me by my deceased parent ; and, 
however much 1 may grieve to have been so 
strangely disappointed, I shall never cease to 
reverence his memory. He was a kind friend 
to me : I hope he is in a happier world. Pray 
make my respects to his widow, Sir, and say 
that I would not ask anything more for myself; 


but if, hereafter, my poor family should become 
distressed, and I be removed from this trouble- 
some world, she would not reject the appeal 
of the destitute, but befriend them; it would 
be some consolation to the disappointed." 

The gentleman left the poor man to reflect 
upon his father's will upon his future position 
upon his poor success ! He left him to 
pocket his letters, and his father's last cheque, 
half drawn by him, and completed by his 
executrix. Did a word of disrespect to any 
one escape his lips? No: a soldier, who had 
marched over mountains and through morasses, 
and experienced so many sufferings as he had 
in the celebrated retreats of Badajos and Sala- 
manca, without a murmur, was not likely to 
complain, however much he might endure the 
severity of disappointment. 

He returned to his afflicted wife and children. 
His good partner shared his misfortune with 


becoming fortitude, and only sorrowed to see 
the silent grief which preyed upon her husband's 
mind. She was as cheerful as she could be ; 
and worked day and night to keep the wolf 
from the door. Not all her industry, not all 
the affectionate attention of herself and daugh- 
ters, could lift up the head of her husband. 
His strength began to fail him. His cough 
became troublesome, and it was evident to those 
who loved him best, that a settled melancholy 
began to overspread his mind. Still, like the 
occasional nickering of an expiring lamp, his 
spirit would sometimes blaze up and shine, as 
if he had received fresh vigour. 

He saw Mr. M , consulted with him, ob- 
tained a copy of his father's last will and 
testament, brooded over it, found that it was 
dated the 18th of December, 1818, when he 
was with his regiment in Australia, and grieved 
deeply grieved to think that owing to the 


miscarriage of all his letters, that father should 
have thought him dead! and when he found 
him alive, and was reconciled to him, that he 
should have left him penniless ! 

That copy of the will now lies before the 
author of this work, and will form a subject 
for reflection in a future chapter. Alas ! the 
real sufferings of life, if simply narrated, are 
more touching than all the fictions of fancy, 
or the visions of romance. May they produce 
patience, increase faith, hope, and charity in 
those who read them and all will be the better 
for their instruction. 




DOMESTIC anxieties will weigh down the 
spirits of the bravest soldier, if accompanied by un- 
expected embarrassments. Still, they ought not 
to overwhelm any man who does not bring them 
upon himself by guilty conduct. Health must 
decay sorrow every man is heir to misfor- 
tunes and afflictions visit the best of men ; but 
integrity, integrity will bear him up against all 
the reproaches of men, though he cannot answer 


one word to his God, in whose sight his inte- 
grity, however great, is nothing but filthy rags. 
The greatest patience was required in the case 
of the severest sufferer among mortals, Job, 
He could answer every man, but he could not 
speak a word in argument with God. 

Our heroine had many a long and serious 
conversation with her husband, who sinking 
under his depressing circumstances, required the 
cheering voice of consolation to lift him up from 

" I have looked over this will, my dear, and 
I seem to be the only person* forgotten in it. 
My father and I never had a word of dispute, 
we never had a reproach between us, and here 
see every body thought of but myself. Lega- 
cies to the grandchildren of his uncle, legacies 
to the niece of his wife, legacy to her sister, 
legacy to a godchild, legacies to his servants, 
legacies to the churchwardens of the parish for 


the benefit of the poor, legacy to his executor, 
and all the rest to his wife and: her relative^ and 
with all his estates thus disposed of, not a single 
penny to his poor unfortunate son ! Had I but 
remained in Australia, this would have been 
spared me; and you, my dear wife, would not 
by this time have had the agony of being likely 
to be destitute." 

" Do not grieve, Thomas, about things which 
are past and cannot be helped. If wrong has 
been done you by any self-interested person, it 
will not be long before a righteous God will call 
him to account. But it is best for us, my dear, 
to look upon the matter as an accidental misfor- 
tune, to which all men are liable; and let us 
treat it as such. We now know the worst ; we 
must build upon our own future exertions. I 
must endeavour to get the girls into some res- 
pectable house of employment, and we must live 
as closely as we can. You have still the pension 


of a British soldier, and I see no occasion ttf 
despair. God tempers the wind to the shorn; 
lamb. We may meet with friends, we are now; 
not so badly off as thousands ; and, if I could 
but see you a little more cheerful and more 
thankful, I should be happy." 

Let even a tender wife eay what she will, let 
prudence talk with propriety, let reflection, and 
argument, and strength >of resolution be sum- 
moned, nothing but faith in religion can support 
disappointment. A son who had never offended 
a father a son who had honoured him with all 
the respect due to him to whom he had ever 
manifested the utmost affection to be cut off 
without a penny, and to find himself forgotten, 
must feel keenly, so keenly that nothing but a 
dependance upon God, nothing but a Christian 
faith which rises superior to all earthly conside- 
rations, can enable him to bear the pang.. But 


faith can endure such and far worse misfortunes, 
and leave them all behind as so many momentary 
troubles, not worthy of a single regret. 

The good wife applied herself diligently to 
the task of duty before her. Hewitt had occa- 
sionally a call to some easy duty, and the children 
were industrious to earn something for their 
support. Our heroine applied to one of the 
most respectable houses in Norwich. She 
had an interview with Mrs. Taylor, the stay- 
maker, of Upper St. Giles Street. She very 
properly demurred for a long time as to the 
reception of the daughters into her establish- 
ment, because she had no recommendations of 
weight with them. The very urgent and re- 
peated prayers of the mother and daughters 
united, at last prevailed. This kind-hearted 
woman was touched with their earnest solicita- 
tions, and her letter to the author of these pages, 


in answer to his inquiries as to their respecta- 
bility, is very satisfactory to him, and he humbly 
hopes it may prove acceptable to the public, as 
another proof of the worthiness of those for 
whom he has thus ventured to claim public 

" 13, Upper St. Giles, St. Norwich , 
" Jan. 2, 1846. 


" In answer to your inquiry of this morning, 
respecting the two daughters of Mrs. Hewitt, 
I am very happy in being able to bear testimony 
to their good conduct during the two years and 
a half they have been in my work-room. 

' ' I must observe that they came under my 
notice without any recommendation, and it was 
only the persevering application of the mother 
and daughters united, that induced me to receive 
them as workwomen at all, they being quite 


unknown to me ; but I am happy to say, I have 
not to regret accepting their services. 
" I am, 

" Sir, 

" YOUTHS very respectfully, 


" The Rev. Richard Cobbold." 

They worked hard, as all sempstresses must 
do, to earn bread. It takes a great many 
scratches of a pen even to write this nar- 
rative, and, whilst thousands are asleep, the 
author, whose time is constantly occupied by 
various duties in the day, steals from the night 
some hours of sweet labour for the benefit, he 
hopes, of others. But what are his labours 
compared to those of too many poor females, 
who, for the fashionable demands of the ladies 
of the land, have to work sometimes night and 


day. Stitch after stitch, stitch after stitch, with- 
out cessation ; thousands, thousands, still thou- 
sands of thousands of stitches; ay, neatly, 
carefully, accurately done, or all must be done 
over again, or somebody else must do it, and 
after all, to carry home a small pittance for a 
broken-down father and a weary mother ! 

Oh, reader, how happy we ought to feel that 
some cheerfulness of conversation, some inte- 
resting narrative, or, it may be, some instructive 
lesson in poetry or prose, can enliven the tedious 
hours of a work-room, where active fingers stitch 
away for days, weeks, months and years, with 
only a cessation on the Sabbath ; that blessed 
day of rest to thousands who otherwise would 
wear hands and heads to pieces in a very short 
time. As boys or girls in a school are inte- 
rested in each other, so are the workwomen in 
one room, in each other's welfare ; and, were it 
not for the natural liveliness of spirit with which 



God has blessed the female portion of his 
creation, many of these poor creatures, who 
work till their heads, hands, and sides ache, 
would, as alas ! they too often do, sink under 
their incessant labour. 

Not all their labour of love, however, could 
remove the disorder which was gaining ground 
upon the heart and constitution of Hewitt. 
He was very fond of his children, delighted to 
see them go out in the morning, hasten home 
at noon, and come in again at night. He was 
proud of them also, took infinite pleasure in 
their society, and made them keep up their 
reading, and their domestic duties. But with 
all their work, they had a hard struggle. How 
hard, God only knew ; but they did not flinch. 
Yet they could not help observing the gradual 
decline of their parent, whose constitution, from 
various causes, began seriously to change. 

The will was frequently his only topic of 


sorrow with his wife. " I think, my dear," he 
would say, " that if the Marquis of Douro knew 
exactly my state, he might get me some light 
appointment under government, to ease us all 
in our affliction. My father's will is so unac- 
countably indifferent to me, so unlike himself 
towards me, that I never can or will believe that 
his intentions were to leave me penniless." 

"That, most likely, he did not intend; but 
why should you afflict yourself with these useless 
thoughts upon things you cannot alter. I think, 
perhaps, the Marquis of Douro might be 
enabled to do something for you; but I do 
not think your health would stand much 
fatigue. It is better for you to rest quietly and 
let us work willingly for you. We are happy 
in so doing, and I am sure our daughters apply 
themselves diligently to the task; and we are 
blessed in our children." 

" Ah ! my dear, I grieve not to be in a better 


position for them. I cannot bear to see you all 
working for me, when I ought to be earning 
something for you." 

"You have earned it, my dear, and dearly 
too. Your seven shillings weekly, is a constant 
earning, with no loss for bad weather. So do 
not accuse yourself of neglect." 

" I do accuse myself of not exerting my powers 
to obtain some situation which would somewhat 
improve my condition ; and, if I live a month 
longer, I will certainly draw up a petition to the 
Marquis of Douro, and get it authenticated by 
some gentlemen who know my case. But if I 
must close my career without any help, then 
God's will be done ! I must be content to do 
as the good landlord of N says, ' Commend 
you and my children to God, and leave the issue 
of all things to His wise disposal/ }i 

" That you should always do, let your successes, 
or misfortunes in life be what they may. Only 


remember how often you have inculcated better 
lessons than I can give you upon your comrades. 
Our dear old friend, Dan Long, would have 
returned cent per cent for your instructions, and 
Leonard would have cheered us in our affliction. 
But think, dear husband, how thankful and how 
satisfied we should be under the dispensations 
of God, wise as they undoubtedly are, and good 
as they are to us at this moment. Our sons are 
in the army, our daughters are in a most respect- 
able house; all are dutiful and affectionate 
towards us, and we should feel satisfied and con- 
tented. You may write a petition to our 
member, but I fear you will make but a sorry 
petitioner, and not be the more satisfied after- 
wards. Come, my dear, let us put our trust in 
Him, who has covered our heads in the day of 
battle, and affords us the present peace, which 
is good for us in affliction." 

In such strain did our heroine frequently 


converse with her sick husband, whose declining 
health made all his affections for his family more 
lively, while, at the same time, it convinced him 
that his own strength was fast failing him. 

He received his children, when they returned 
from their labours, with more than common 
fondness and interest ; always counted on their 
return, and, though his increasing feebleness pre- 
vented him from holding much lively conversa- 
tion, yet he would always perform the last act of 
family devotion, and give them his blessing. 

He would never keep his bed, though his 
weakness daily increased upon him. He would 
walk out as long as he was able. He would 
walk down to the Market-Place, ascend the 
Castle Hill, and stand seemingly lost in medita- 
tion, looking over the city and the distant hills. 
The air did him good, as long as he could enjoy 
it, and his soldier spirit loved to walk in that 
airy spot, so well calculated to fill a mind like 


his with pious thoughts. Nor did the soldier 
forget his prayers. They were offered up from 
that spot, as he used to tell his wife, with perfect 
charity to all, and in humble thankfulness for 
past mercies. On the Sabbath, he and his 
family always attended the cathedral service, and, 
in the evening, they enjoyed their father's con- 
versation upon what they heard in the day. 

It was after his last walk upon the Castle 
Hill, that Hewitt returned with more than usual 
cheerfulness. He talked a long time with his 
wife upon the history of Norwich, its various 
changes, sicknesses, distresses, and rebellions; 
its great men in every department, ecclesiastical, 
civil, naval, military, and scientific; and astonished 
her with such an effusion of memory, of all that 
he had read, that she was at a loss to conceive 
how he could have retained such knowledge. 
But he appeared much better that day than he 
had done for some time, and in the evening he 


resolved to draw up a memorial to one of the 
members for Norwich. 

That address was never completed; what he 
wrote that night, now lies in his own hand- 
writing before the author ; and, as it speaks the 
calmness of the man's mind, and contains the 
last words the brave fellow ever wrote, it may 
not prove unacceptable to those readers who 
have taken an interest in this narrative. It is 
therefore given verbatim. 


" Most noble Lord, 

" The writer of this memorial is an old soldier, 
who has spent his best years in the service of 
his country; and who has been, from a sad 
reverse of fortune, proceeding from circumstances 
which he had no control over, reduced to great 

" He begs leave to state to your Lordship that 


nothing but the greatest distress of body and 
mind, could have induced him to take the great 
liberty of addressing himself to one of your 
exalted rank. 

"Your memorialist states that he served in 
the Egyptian army, under Sir Ralph Aber- 
crombie, and in ten general actions under his 
Grace the Duke of Wellington, during the 
Peninsular war; and that his wife was present 
with him during the whole of that war, and at 
different periods, during the time she was servant 
to General Hamilton, had the pleasure of waiting 
upon his Grace your father, and that at other 
times she was employed in the care of different 
wounded officers, particularly Colonel Erskine, 
who was wounded at the storming of Badajos, 
and Colonel White, wounded at the battle of 
Pamplona ;* and that she is the mother of seven 

* This is the only discrepancy in the account. In the 
foregoing part of the narrative, it is stated that it was at Vit- 

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sons, born in the 48th. Five died in that regi- 
ment, and two are now serving her Majesty. 

" Your memorialist further states that he was 
finally discharged from the army in 1823, with 
a pension of Is. \\d. per diem. That, being the 
only son of a gentleman of independent property, 

(T H Esq., who resided at N in this 

county) a gentleman, my Lord, who was well 
known to our two Members of Parliament for 
West Norfolk, and also to Mr. Wodehouse for 
the East, whose principles my father has ever 
supported with his whole interest. That upon 
my being discharged as before stated, my father 
allowed me 30 a year to assist me in bringing 
up my family, with the constant assurance 
that it should be continued for my life ; but, 
since his death, which took place now three 
years ago, I have been entirely deprived of that 

toria that Colonel White was wounded. Could it be at 
both ? AUTHOR. 


assistance by his executors. And, as the will 
which has been produced and sworn to, was 
made and signed twenty years back, when I was 
serving with my regiment near Botany Bay; 
and at that period, from my having no commu- 
nication with him, was supposed to be dead, 
my name is not mentioned in the will, nor is 
there the least chance of my ever getting one 
penny from those good people, who now have 
nis property. 

" Thus, my Lord, is an honest man, who has 
been brought up under the stern but wholesome 
discipline of a long war for I ran away from 
school, and enlisted into the 48th at twelve years 
of age by one stroke of bad fortune, deprived 
of the means of bringing up his family, and 
what makes my case almost too hard for 

And here the petition leaves off, either as if 


the soldier wanted courage to ask of the great 
General's son, the required assistance, or had 
not nerve sufficient to finish the most afflicting 
portion of his prayer. It comprehends, however, 
the brief summary of these pages, and, to a 
soldier's heart, will speak more forcibly, perhaps, 
than anything else which the author may have 

From too great exertion, probably of both 
mind and body, he was compelled to postpone 
the finishing of his petition. He complained of 
lassitude, and retired early to bed. Filled with 
the thoughts of what he had been writing, or 
with some presentiment of his coming end, he 
spent a very restless night, frequently rising up, 
and continuing in prayer and watchfulness, 
saying that he heard sweet music, far superior 
to the festival's most harmonious band. 

( ' My petition, my dear, will be of no avail ; 
I do not think I shall live to get it -presented. 


I hope God will take care of you, I pray for you, 
and for our children, and for all men. I am 
thankful, very thankful, that I rest in peace." 

Towards the dawn, the poor fellow sank into 
a soft slumber, and his wife and children did 
not awake him in the morning. His daughters 
went to their work at their usual hour, little 
thinking they should never see their father alive 
again. His wife was seated in the room below, 
filled with many an anxious thought about a 
husband whom she had reason to look up to and 
love, for his devotion to herself, in sickness and 
in health, in joy and in sorrow. 

She was surprised to hear him getting up, 
for she knew, from his general character, that he 
was a man who seldom uttered what he felt, 
without the full consciousness of its certainty, 
and she thought he would keep his bed. He 
came down stairs, looking very pale and very 
composed; but there was a spirit within him, 


moving his poor weak body strangely, and 
preparing its wings to quit its frail, changing 
tenement, and to fly away. His countenance was 
benign, as he sat down in his arm chair, looking 
first at his wife with love, and then at the clock 
with anxiety. Time was no more for him ! 

" I wish the girls would come home, my dear ; 
I cannot think what makes them so late to-night! 
(though it was then but ten o'clock in the 
morning) I wish to see them, and to bless them." 
He put forth his hand, lifted up his head, which 
fell back upon his chair, and the soldier's spirit 
was gone, leaving all his domestic anxieties for 





SELDOM do rich widows see performed the last 
duties to the remains of their husbands. It 
is not the fashion. The funeral service is not 
for them, though its consolations may be great 
to all who cherish the spirit of devotion with 
which it was written. It is for poor women 
to follow to the grave their lamented friends, 


and to see that the last ceremony be decently 
performed. There are exceptions even to the 
general prevalence of fashion in this respect, and 
noble women have thought it their duty, not- 
withstanding the force of custom, to break 
through that unfeeling habit of disrespect by 
which common nature and common decency are 
too often set at defiance. 

A long train of mourning coaches, horses and 
hearse, with nodding plumes, all conducted with 
such punctilious ceremony that the undertaker 
prides himself upon its imposing effect upon the 
public; coachmen in cloaks, and outriders with 
sweeping hatbands, passing, it may be, through 
the gayest part of the metropolis ; the physician, 
clergyman, surgeon, lawyer, perchance the heir- 
at-law, or one or two male relations; with one 
coach full of domestics, male and female, form 
the usual demonstration of mourning for a great 
man. But the partner, the daughters, the 


dearest friends of the deceased, see the funeral 
depart ; and, when the grave is closed over the 
remains, and a handsome tomb is erected, they 
may then visit the spot. 

In a little country village, and among decent 
poor people, the widow thinks it her duty to see 
her lord and master placed in the grave, and to 
join in prayer to God that when she shall depart 
this life, she may rest in the same hope as he 
does. Thank God, none are doomed to perform 
any act of self-immolation at their husband's 
funerals, as among the deluded, superstitious 
Hindoos; nor does the writer of these pages 
ever wish to see the mourner, heartwrung 
with wretchedness, at the grave of her relative. 
He has seen funerals of all classes, and, though 
he detests pomp at such times, yet he honours 
and respects the motive which prompts the 
survivors to pay the last sad tribute at the grave 


of those they loved, and he writes these sentences 
for their consolation. 

Our heroine, now the soldier's widow, parted 
with many little things to see her husband 
decently interred. She and her daughters, and 
her son in the Coldstream Guards, with such few 
friends as respected him whilst he was alive, 
followed him with mournful hearts to his silent 
grave, in the parish of St. Martin's, Palace 
Plains, in the City of Norwich, and returned to 
their humble dwelling to speak of their bereave- 
ment, to talk over his memory, and of the 
thousand good things which he had done in his 
life. But what now must the widow do ? 
She found her eyes growing dim before the usual 
period of their obscurity; and she was unable 
to do as she had used. Either from early care 
and fatigue in the following her husband to the 
wars, or from witnessing with sorrow his misfor- 


tunes, she found that her eyes would not allow 
of the same exertion as formerly. The very 
bible print began to be indistinct before her, 
and though with a very strong light she could, 
by great effort, make out the words, yet for 
the most part they began to present such 
a mingled appearance, that she was compelled 
to wait till her daughters could find time to read 
to her. 

She never forgot her duty of prayer, nor 
her accustomed attention to cleanliness. Her 
house was put in order; her daughters were 
.her comfort, and all they could do to alleviate 
her sufferings, they most affectionately performed. 
But when the few things which a poor widow 
has, are parted with, and the bills for her 
husband's funeral, and her own and her daugh- 
ters' plain black gowns, are paid, there re- 
mains but a small surplus, if any, to provide 
bread for the week. 


The wolf now stared her in the face more 
fiercely than in the days of desolation in Spain. 
Poverty is a hungry wolf ever craving, and 
feeding most cruelly upon those who are sur- 
rounded with nothing but cares, vexations, and 
distresses. His famished jaws look as if they 
would devour anything; and truly, he stared 
at the soldier's widow as if he would destroy 
her. But she put her trust in God, and was 
not totally forsaken. 

Her pension was gone, and she had nothing 
now but the exertions of her two industrious 
daughters to depend upon for "her support. 
Her youngest child was unable to earn anything. 
She was admitted into the infant-school in 
the parish, and was very kindly treated by 
the Rev. Mr. Day. As if her cup of sorrow, 
however, was not yet full, her eldest daughter 
was taken ill, and she was thus deprived of 
her strongest arm. Her landlord, the keeper 


of the Ten Bells, who had known her so long, 
was very kind to her, and so was his wife; 
and, but for them, the poor widow would 
have sunk under her depressing circumstances. 
Mr. Yarrington was a very good friend to her, 
and interested himself in her behalf. But, after 
a time, these friends, who could only afford 
temporary relief, seriously advised her to make 
application to the Board of Guardians, and 
her landlord spoke to the Relieving Officer in 
her behalf. 

"You must," he said to her, "make appli- 
cation to the Board. However unpleasant it 
may be to you, there is no other resource for 
you in your affliction. I have given your name 
to the Relieving Officer, and he will bring it 
before the Board." 

A Board of Guardians, though the name is 
such a friendly, fatherly, protecting designation 
for men to bear, is a formidable body for any 


poor man to stand before. Guardians ! guar- 
dians of the poor ! guardians of the parish ! 
guardians of the Union ! assembled on a Board- 
day, at a long table, exhibit a very imposing 
aspect for a trembling man, woman, or child 
to behold. 

" Must I go myself, Sir ?" said the widow. 
"Do they require me personally to state all 
the circumstances of my misfortunes, before I 
can obtain relief? Could not you go for me? 
They would listen to you. I wish I could be 
spared this trial \" 

" It is especially required, if you can go, that 
you should appear in person. You have no 
great distance to go, and our board is com- 
posed of some of the most intelligent men in 
the city : you need not be afraid." 

The widow sighed. She sighed to think that 
she must be reduced to this necessity ! Yet, 
she thought of her children. She had now 


no pension no allowance no means of earning 
anything. She thought of her husband's career 
of her double loss; and resolved to attend 
at the stated time, before the Guardians of 
the Union in which she resided. 

She had but a short distance to go, compared 
with that which poor people in large country 
Unions have to travel. Who has not seen aged 
females tramping through the mire and snow, 
through wind and rain, in the bleakest weather, to 
apply to the Board of Guardians for relief ? There 
they sit, in one common room, with wet shoes and 
stockings, and clothes drenched through, await- 
ing the summons of the officer to go before 
the Board. It is true some do not heed it, 
for there are people who can feel no degra- 
dation; but there is no shame in an honest" 
man's sorrow, at being compelled to stand 
before such a tribunal. The liberal inventors 
of the New Poor Law think that there is no 



kind of hardship whatever, in poor people coming 
before the Board. Let but Heaven reduce any 
of them to the necessity of having to make 
the trial, and they will most wofully feel the 

There are many most excellent men among 
those composing these Boards : in general, men of 
education and business habits, are selected for 
chairmen, and very often the best men in a 
parish are nominated as guardians ; but the 
poor law they administer is, even by the very 
best Boards, acknowledged to be too severe. This 
is not the place to discuss the merits of that 
law, upon the administration of which, in mercy 
or severity, must depend the well-being or 
misery of the poor. The subject is mentioned 
to shew that the Board is not, and cannot be 
otherwise, than a formidable body for poor men 
to apply to for relief. 

In country parishes, who are the adminis- 


trators of this law, but men for the most 
part deeply interested in keeping down the 
relief as low as they can ! And the law gives 
them a very powerful arm to do so. Can any 
one be surprised that they should exercise it? 
The surprise would be, that they did not. 

But our heroine was reduced to the necessity, 
and she went; she had no alternative, but to 
starve or do so. She sat down amidst nume- 
rous applicants, till she was called in to the 
Board-room. She entered, with a heart beating 
violently, and limbs trembling till they knocked 
one against the other ; and yet, as she entered, 
every eye beheld a tall, straight person, in deep 
mourning, with a countenance that spoke much 
sorrow j but with an air of past independence, 
that seemed now to say, indeed, " The wolf 
terrifies me." 

"Walk up here, Mrs. Hewitt/' said a voice 

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from the chair. " What is your application here 
to-day ?" 

The poor woman stood before the Chairman, 
Vice-Chairman, and a numerous body of Guar- 
dians, the Clerk of the Board, the Relieving 
Officers, and the Governor of the House, and 
had to answer publicly any question which 
any man there present chose to put to her. 

Severe, sometimes, are the cross-examinations 
which an applicant has to undergo; and, not 
always in the gentlest terms ; for there sit, too 
often, accuser, judge, and jury, and the poor 
man has but little chance of escaping the utmost 
rigour of the law. Such, however, was not in 
reality the case with the Board before whom 
the soldier's widow stood, though, to her terrified 
vision, it might appear as if she stood before 
them like a criminal. 

"What is your name? Where do you live? 



What age are you ? How many children have 
you ? What are your earnings ? What do your 
children earn ? How long have you been a 
widow? Have you any pension? Have you 
no means of subsistence ? Are you able-bodied ? 
Have you no friends? What parish did your 
husband belong to? How come you to be so 
reduced ? Cannot you do something for a liveli- 
hood ? Are you quite destitute ?" 

To all these questions our heroine made 
suitable and satisfactory replies; and narrated 
to the Board the simple account of her 
past life, who she was, what her husband 
was, and how he had died from disappoint- 
ment and grief, at being unable to maintain 
her and her family, concluding with these 
words : 

" I have been in most of the Peninsular battles, 
with my husband, and have stood with the 
soldiers of my country in the face of England's 


bitterest and most formidable enemies, but I 
never knew what fear was till this moment." 
" Just go to the door a minute, Mrs. Hewitt." 
And our heroine departed, every eye following 
her, as she walked erect and firmly from the 

"This is a most extraordinary woman," 
said the Chairman, "and her history is very 
remarkable. I have heard, gentlemen, some- 
thing of her circumstances before, though the 
woman was personally unknown to me. I have 
no reason whatever to doubt the facts that 
she states, and I think some interest should 
be made, to get her case reported to the 
government. If we could find some one to 
report to her Majesty the condition she is 
now in, I feel persuaded some relief might be 
obtained for her. A memorial should be drawn 
up, either by the civic authorities, or by the 
woman herself, and attested by some credible 


witnesses. At all events, the woman is now 
destitute. Every widow should support one 
child, if able-bodied; but in this case, I think 
there are some peculiarities which render her 
a proper subject for the exercise of that privilege 
which we possess, of administering out-door 
relief. The daughters are of very good character, 
and are working at a very respectable house. 
The mother and child might be relieved out- 
door, and, in the mean time, I will represent 
her case to some influential gentlemen, and see 
if any thing can be done for her. What relief 
shall be given ?" 

One suggested a shilling, and a stone of flour ; 
another, two and sixpence ; another, two shillings 
for the widow, and one shilling for the daughter. 

"Well, suppose we allow three shillings per 
week for the present ?" 

And so it was agreed. 

" Call her in." 


"Mrs. Hewitt, the Board have taken your 
case into consideration. They have been much 
struck with the account you have given them 
of your adventures, hardships, and dangers, and 
they think that if you were to memorialize Her 
Majesty, or make application to the Government, 
something would be done for you. The law 
does not allow us to do more for you, than 
to grant you three shillings per week; but I 
will not fail to represent your case to some 
friends, who, perhaps, may be of service to 

The widow curtsied to the Chairman and 
the Board, thanked them for their commise- 
ration, and returned to her habitation in Bell 
Lane, less terrified than when she left it. 

In the mean time, her case was talked of 
in the city ; exaggerated accounts got into 
the papers, and her sons saw in the London 
journals a long and erroneous report of their 


mother's life. She was persuaded, however, to 
apply to Her Majesty, and to the Queen Dowager, 
and to the Duke of Wellington. She did so 
by memorial, and, after strict inquiry into her 
case, both among the magistracy and civic 
authorities, the result was favourable to her 
application, and, with characteristic honesty, she 
informed the Relieving-Officer of the assistance 
she had received, and gave up the relief from 
the Board. 

As the widow gave the author of her history 
the names of the magistrates through whom 
she received the relief, he trusts it will not 
be considered improper to give, in this place, 
the authenticated proofs of the accuracy of these 
statements, for which he applied to those gen- 
tlemen, and to whom he takes this public 
opportunity of tendering his sincere acknow- 

K 3 


The first is from Sir William Foster, Bart., 
late Mayor of Norwich. 

"Dear Sir, 

"I am no longer Mayor of Norwich; but 
with regard to Mrs. Hewitt, I believe her to 
be a very respectable woman. The Queen Dow- 
ager last year sent her five pounds. I tried 
to get a pension for her, but failed. I think 
it a case in which the Government, or Royal 
Family, should do something. The woman's 
husband and all her sons, served in the 

"Tour's faithfully, 


" Norwich, 6th of Jan., 1846. 
" To the Rev. Richard Cobbold." 

The next is from the Rev. J. D. Borton, one 
of the magistrates of the county. 


" Blofield, 

" Jan., 8, 1846. 

" My dear Sir, 

" I have, for the two last days, been acciden- 
tally prevented replying to your inquiry res- 
pecting Mrs. Hewitt. 

"About eighteen months ago, I received a 
letter from a friend at the Horse-Guards, in- 
closing a memorial .she had sent to the Duke 
of Wellington, and requesting that I would 
make what inquiry I could, as to the truth 
of the particulars therein stated. I took, there- 
fore, the earliest opportunity of so doing, and 
had reason to think that her main statement 
was correct. I saw the certificate of her mar- 
riage at a very early age at Gibraltar, and 
others relating to her husband ; with the medal 


he had received for ten general actions, in 
which he had been engaged. 

" I heard also that she was a person of 
respectable character, and that her daughters 
had been well brought up, and were well-con- 
ducted girls. Her sons had all been in the 
army, and two of them were still living, one 
in the Coldstream Guards. 

" In consequence of this report, I received, 
soon after, a request that I would draw on 
Cox and Co. for 5, and give it to her. This, 
I believe, was from the Duke's private purse, 
there being no public fund of any kind for 
soldiers' widows. 

"After this, I received a request from the 
Secretary of the Privy Purse for information 
respecting her, and the result was 3 more. 

" Since that time, I have not heard 
from or of her, until your application respect- 


ing her; and I fear this will not add much 
to your previous store of information. 
" Believe me, 

" My dear Sir, 

" Tour's very truly, 

" J. D. BOBTON. 

" To the Rev. R. Cobbold." 

The letters on behalf of Her Majesty and 
the Queen Dowager, are as follows : 

" St. James's Palace, 

" May 30, 1845. 

" Madam, 

"I am directed by Sir Henry Wheatly, to 
acquaint you that he is honoured with the 
Queen's commands to forward the enclosed Post- 
Office order, as a donation from her Majesty, 
with the expression of her Majesty's regret, 
that the claims upon her Majesty's private 


bounty are so numerous, they preclude any 
larger grant. 

" I have the honour to be, 

" Madam, 
" Your obedient servant, 


" To Mrs. Mary Hewitt, Norwich." 

" Marlborough House, Dec. 21, 1844. 
" Madam, 

"The Queen Dowager, having taken into 
consideration a memorial which has been ad- 
dressed to Her Majesty, praying her assistance 
towards relieving your pecuniary difficulties, has 
commanded me to send you five pounds, as her 
Majesty's contribution. 

" I have the honour to be, 

" Madam, 
" Your obedient humble servant, 


" To Mrs. Hewitt." 


These donations for a time greatly assisted 
the soldier's widow, but they could not provide 
for her beyond a certain time, at the expiration 
of which period, she had to apply again to the 
Board, and reported her success. She was then 
told that there had been no intention of taking 
any advantage of the private charity she had 
received, and, immediately upon her application, 
the three shillings were again allowed, and have 
been continued up to the present time. 

But the reader may exclaim, how came the 
author acquainted with her history, and to take 
such interest in it as to give it to the public ? 
Let the reader form his own judgment of the 
matter. The courage of an individual, who 
thought the extraordinary history of the woman 
worthy of notice, has led to the present publica- 
tion ; and, if the reader has been entertained with 
it, he will pardon all the minor faults of detail. 
The then Ex-Mayor of Norwich, Wm. Freeman 


Esq., addressed the author in the following terms, 
in which he made no flattering allusions to his 
genius, &c. &c., to induce him to undertake the 
task ; but the very brevity of the letter, and the 
simplicity of the statement induced him to do 
as the dictates of humanity seemed to point out, 
and he will be happy if his work satisfies public 
expectation, and does but benefit the widow. 

Norwich, 30th August, 1845. 
" Rev. Sir, 

" I enclose the memorial of a woman, whose 
life I think would make an interesting volume, if 
you would see her and hear her statements. Her 
address is Ten Bell Lane, Pottergate Street just 
below St. Giles's Church, in this city. 

" I remain, your^s respectfully, 

" Magistrate. 

" Guildhall. 
" To the Rev. Cobbold." 


The reader may wish to know how it is that the 
Queen Dowager has so graciously accepted the de- 
dication of the work. The simple fact is, that the 
widow applied again to Her Majesty in October 
last, and, among other references, gave the name 
of the author, stating that he had kindly offered 
to publish her history, in the hope that it might 
benefit her. 



" May it please your Majesty to pardon the 
liberty I have taken in addressing you. I hope 
your Majesty will not think me encroaching on 
your goodness in thus appealing to you. I am 
the widow you so kindly relieved last Christmas, 
through the loss of my husband, who provided 
for, and protected me forty years. I am worn 
down with grief and hardship, and do not know 
what resource to fly to. I have had the painful 


necessity of applying for parish relief, which has 
been worse to me than all the hardships I have 
endured ; and all they allow me is three shillings 
per week, for myself and youngest daughter; which 
has almost driven me to despair. I hope your 
Majesty will be pleased to take my case into 
your consideration again, and the prayers of the 
widow and orphans will for ever attend you. 

Should your Majesty wish to refer to any 
gentlemen in the neighbourhood concerning me, 
I beg to mention The Bishop of Norwich, Sir 
Wm. Foster, Mayor of Norwich, Mr. Freeman, 
late Mayor, The Rev. J. D. Borton, Rector of 
Blofield, and the Rev. Mr. Cobbold, of Wortham, 
near Diss. The latter gentleman has kindly 
offered to publish my history, in the hope that it 
may benefit me. 

" I remain, 
" Your Majesty's Humble Servant, 


" Ten Bell Lane, Norwich, 
" Oct. 25th, 1845." 


This petition was sent to the author, enclosed 
in the following letter from the Hon. William 

" Marlborough House, 
" Oct. 28th. 


" Mrs. Hewitt having, in a petition addressed 
to the Queen Dowager, mentioned your name, 
as being willing to bear testimony to the truth of 
her statement, I am commanded to request you 
to state whether you can recommend her case, 
as deserving her Majesty's favourable considera- 

"I have the honour to be, 

" Your most obedient servant, 

" Be so good as to return the enclosed. 

" To the Rev. Richard Cobbold." 


The answer to this letter explains the origin 
of the author's acquaintance with the subject of 
this memoir, and the request to her Majesty 
concerning the Dedication. 

" Rectory, Wortham, near Diss, 

" Oct. 29th, 1845. 
" Sir, 

"In reply to your letter concerning Mrs. 
Mary Hewitt, I believe her statement to be 
perfectly correct. In September last, I received 
a letter from the late Mayor of Norwich, con- 
taining a detailed account of the life of the said 
Mary Hewitt, and an invitation to have a 
personal interview with her. I went to Nor- 
wich, I saw her at Mr. Freeman's, and there 
received her husband's journal, and her own 
account of the various incidents of her eventful 


"I made every inquiry concerning the res- 
pectability of the woman, and took upon myself 
to visit her, at her humble dwelling in the city. 
The result of all I heard and saw, was certainly 
such as I thought might not prove unacceptable 
to the hearts of thousands of Englishwomen; 
and it is true that in my leisure hours I have 
been preparing her history for publication, but 
as yet I have not even mentioned the subject to 
my publisher, or to any person. 

" My surprise, therefore, was great to find that 
the matter had been mentioned to our ever 
beloved Lady, the Queen Dowager. Now that 
it has been so done, would it be presumption in 
so humble an individual as I am, to ask permis- 
sion, through you, to dedicate the work to Her 
Majesty ? 

The maiden name of Mary Hewitt, was Mary 


Anne Wellington. I propose therefore to let the 
title of the book be, 


" Should Her Majesty wish to see the kind of 
writer I am, I will simply state that I am the 
humble author of a book, called ( Margaret 
Catchpole/ which I dare say has never come 
under Her Majesty's notice, I do not mention 
this to puff myself or my works, but as the 
simple truth. 

" I have the honour to be, 

" Your humble servant, 

" To the Hon. Wm. Ashley." 


To this letter, the following gracious reply was 

" To the Rev. R. Cobbold. 
" Mr. W. Gillman begs to present his compli- 
ments to Mr. Cobbold, and is honoured by the 
commands of Queen Adelaide, to state that Her 
Majesty will have much satisfaction in accepting 
the Dedication of the proposed work, ( Mary 
Anne "Wellington, the Soldier's Daughter, Wife, 

and Widow/ 

" Gopsall, Atherstone, 
" Nov. 10th, 1845." 

But one letter more, and these pages will close. 
This letter was sent to the Author, by his kind 
friend, Page Nicol Scott, Esq., a gentleman uni- 
versally esteemed in the County of Norfolk, for 
his talents, his unbounded philanthropy, and his 


ever willing and ready disposition to relieve the 
miseries of the distressed. The author's first 
introduction to this gentleman was so character- 
istic of his genuine and unaffected Christian 
manners, that he has infinite pleasure in record- 
ing it. 

The author was in search of a poor woman 
who lived in some obscure court in St. Benedicts, 
in the city of Norwich, for the purpose of con- 
veying some relief to her from her parish. He 
entered Hatchet's Office to inquire his way. 
There stood a gentleman, a stranger to him at 
the time, who looking at his watch, said : 

" If you are a stranger, Sir, in Norwich, you 
will have some difficulty in finding the place you 
are inquiring for. I think I have time ! Yes, I 
have ! If you will put yourself under my guid- 
ance I will shew you the place." And, offering 
the author his arm, he led him through some 


such narrow streets, lanes, allies, and thorough- 
fares, as perhaps no city in England, saving Nor- 
wich, can boast of, in these days of progressive im- 
provement in roads, streets, and cities. This kind- 
hearted man was Page Nicol Scott, Esq., who 
from that day, became no more a stranger to 
him, but one whom the Author is proud to call 
his friend. From him he received the following 
letter, which, as it refers to the heroine of this 
work, may, by its insertion here, obtain pardon 
for the foregoing anecdote. 

Norwich, 4th May, 1846. 

" My dear Sir, 

" As I have heard that your friend, the Rev. 
Richard Cobbold, is about to write the history of 
Mary Anne Wellington (Hewitt), I beg to inform 
you, I was for many years Barrack Master at 



Gibraltar, and had the honour to be acquainted 
with the late Colonel White and officers of the 
48th regiment, in which this poor woman 
was with her husband. Having heard her history 
as related to me by herself, I can certify that 
she is not an impostor. You have my entire 
consent to make this communication to the Rev. 
R. Cobbold, 

" And believe me to remain, 

" Dear Sir, 
<f Tour's most truly, 


" Barrack Master, 

" To P. N. Scott, Esq. " Norwich. 

" Norwich." 

Thus, reader, are all matters concerning the 
droduction of the narrative, now laid before you. 
Every word has been read to the widow and her 
daughters, who still live in their very humble 


dwelling in the city of Norwich.* Should the 
author be the honoured instrument of conveying 
a blessing to her roof, by this narrative of her 
adventures, he will be thankful to Him who has 
permitted him to be such. 

In that narrow dwelling, no doubt, he has 
already been looked upon as a messenger of 
comfort to the widow and her children ; and, if 
he has done no other good, he has at least con- 
vinced her that God raises up friends to the 
destitute, if they will only trust in Him, even at 
the moment of their utmost distress ; and proved 
to her the truth of this Divine instruction, given 

* The direction now is, (and it is necessary to be particular, 
on account of others of the same name residing in the same 
place ) 


St. Gile's Gates, Grapes Hill, 

The last Cottage in Salmon's Row, 


to all who will receive it, that 

" Pure religion and undefiled before God and 
the Father is this : To visit the fatherless and 
widows in their affliction, and to keep himself 
unspotted from the world."* 

* The Author cannot close this account without offering 
his thanks to many ladies and gentlemen hi Norwich and its 
vicinity, who have so kindly visited the Widow and her daugh- 
ters, and reported to him the interesting satisfaction they have 
experienced at the interview. 



A SUPPLEMENTARY chapter is sometimes better 
than an introductory one ; for those who pass 
over a preface or introduction, to get at once to 
the narrative, when at the end of it, seldom like 
the trouble of turning back to learn the circum- 
stances which have led to the publication of the 
work. These, however, the reader may say, have 
already been sufficiently explained. If such be 
the case, and he fully understands the motives 
of the author, it would be unreasonable to ask 
him to proceed. Possibly, what follows, may 


contain nothing entertaining, nothing strange, 
nothing even diversified from the common run of 
things ; and yet it may be found neither out of 
character with the preceding portion of the work' 
nor unimportant in forming a proper estimate of it. 
The writer is persuaded that no subject is so 
entertaining to man, as the true history of man. 
Romance may picture strange adventures, and 
create much momentary excitement ; yet, if truth 
be painted in the vivid colours of nature, it will 
prove much more attractive, and be far more 
permanent in its impressions. 

"One half the world knows very little how the 
other half lives." Historians give but the public 
events of times past, as connected with the great 
men of the age. Even biographical sketches are 
often confined to the deeds of heroes or politi- 
cians, while the true feeling and spirit of their 
adventures are but half told. It is the same in 
the historical remains of ancient countries. We 


know something of the customs of Egypt by the 
painted hieroglyphics on her tombs; and we 
can form a tolerably correct idea of the elegan- 
cies of Etruria, from the beautiful drawings upon 
he sepulchral vases found there. Respecting 
he latter, Mrs. Hamilton Gray's ten thou- 
sand ingenious conjectures, the result of her 
visit to Tarquinia, may not be entirely without 
heir value; but, had she discovered a MS. 
letter, had she found a book, anything which 
could have spoken in words, concerning the 
events and feelings of an age so long passed 
away, how infinitely more valuable and enter- 
taining would it be considered ! 

Maitland's " Church in the Catacombs," also 
brings forward many proofs of the simplicity and 
truth of the early Christians, the steadfastness of 
their faith, and their indifference to death ; but 
how very little do we know of their lives, conver- 
sations, and domestic habits. We learn their 


sufferings from history; from no source do we 
gain sufficient information of their social inter- 
course. Yet, if the record of the life of but one 
of those early Christians could be found, with 
his feelings transcribed, his conversion duly, 
recorded, the incidents which led him to think, 
speak, and confess, properly related, what an 
interesting book it would be. 

Hence it is that the Scriptures, upon which 
is founded our holy Religion, and which give 
the life of Christ, his conversations, and his 
deeds, fill the soul with admiration; and will 
remain, till time itself shall cease, the most 
engaging narrative that man can read. The 
deeper man is interested therein, the wiser will he 
become ; the better, happier and holier, because 
he must perceive the immeasurable distance there 
is between the words, the life, the actions, and 
the death of every other man, when compared 
with His. 


It is not the intention of the author to make 
his supplementary chapter a sermon. In his 
lonely country village, he sometimes thinks of 
the public events of the days in which he has 
lived; and, though he may have seen strange 
things even in the course of his quiet stream of 
life, he feels that the record of some of the 
incidents of those stirring times in which the 
soldiers of his country bore so conspicuous a 
part, may not prove uninstructive to his 

The common soldier is not a mere machine, 
as the foregoing pages must have proved. Little 
is ever heard of his career in the ranks, 
as little of his name, or exploits, unless some 
very prominent event has made him unusually 
conspicuous; and, most assuredly, hut for the 
superior intelligence of the soldier whose 
career is traced in these pages, his steady con- 
duct, his talent, industry, and thoughtfulness 
in keeping a record of the feelings and events of 


his time, his history and that of his wife and 
widow would not have been better known than 
that of his comrades. 

He lived in dreadful times. Carnage never 
stained the sword a deeper red earth never 
witnessed such a succession of bloody contests, 
such a devastating scourge. God grant we may 
never have such scenes again ! The vices of men, 
however, must be subdued one way or another. 
Oh ! would they were so, by the sword of the 
Spirit, the word of Love, rather than by the sword 
of vengeance. The severe discipline exercised in 
the army during the war, had it had but the effect 
of restraining the enormities of vice at the 
moment of victory, might have been a blessing ; 
but it was mainly for the purpose of keeping the 
soldiers prepared for battle ; and, when victory 
was gained, too often the vilest passions burst 
through every restraint. 

Under any circumstances, public flogging is a 
detestable sight ; but, carried to the length it is in 


the British army, it is horrible. Drunken- 
ness in a private soldier is visited with 
the lash. It is a great crime, and there is 
no lash, of any number of thongs, which 
can make atonement for a drunkard. The 
soldier is flogged, he is stripped before his 
comrades, his commanding officer is near him, 
the surgeon is present, just to say how much, 
without danger of death, the man can bear. As 
if the disgrace of a few lashes were not as effec- 
tual as when the flesh is deadened by the repe- 
tition of blows; or the moral degradation of 
exposure not enough, until the punishment comes 
within an inch of death. 

The common soldier is thus punished for 
drinking. It is an abominable vice; but the 
man who has suffered the lash for it, thinks the 
crime atoned for. Pray what does the officer, 
whose province it is to set the men under 
his command a good example, deserve, when 


seen staggering into his barracks, led by a few of 
his less inebriated brother officers to bed; the 
victim of some jovial carouse, where, amidst 
spirits as high and wild as his own, he has felt 
himself obliged to conform to the rules of the 
society of which he is a member ? 

Is the gallant officer led up to the halberts ? 
,If the private deserve one hundred lashes, what 
amount of stripes ought to be accorded to the 
man who commands him, if he be guilty of the 
same offence ? He is a man of education a 
man who knows better a man who ought to 
have a higher character ! But, and this is the 
great argument, he is a man of tenderer skin ', 
and, therefore, whenever he has disgraced himself 
more flagrantly than usual, is quietly permitted 
to sell out, or dismissed the service ! 

Flogging is a horrible system, and answers as 
little in the army, as it does anywhere else. 
Carried to the extent it is, it must soon be put 


a stop to. If man is not treated as a moral 
agent, there is no corporal punishment that 
will ever reform him. The army is but a 
school of discipline, preparatory to future action j 
like a school of education, wherein boys are 
prepared for entering upon the duties of life. 

Reader, take the following narrative as a 
solemn fact. It may serve to show how cruelty 
degrades the energies of the human mind, and 
how kindness and forbearance elevate and en- 
courage them ; how high-spirited genius may be 
crushed by severity, and encouraged by gene- 
rosity. Read, and you will not wonder that 
flogging should be detested by the author of 
these pages. 

At seven years old, Timidus was sent to one of 
the public schools of England. He was a boy of 
nervous disposition, lively in his play-hours, but 
not particularly bright in school. He had been 
accustomed to kind parental and instructive 


discipline at home ; and, at seven years old, knew 
more of history, sacred and profane, than he did 
at twenty. Nevertheless, he must buckle down 
to the discipline of the Grammar-School verbs, 
substantives, syntax and prosody, must be learnt. 
He boards with an English master, and goes to 
the great foundation of Edward the Sixth, of 
pious memory. Flogging is the system of the 
school, and Timidus soon kicks under the 
abominable lash, because he cannot do his 
exercise. The little fellow has a very bad 
character, for stupidity, and returns, vacation after 
vacation, more ignorant than when he left his 
ntelligent mother's instruction. The lady takes 
upon herself, (ye good, dear mothers ! never do 
the same) to write and expostulate with the 
head master, and to express a hope that more 
attention may be paid to her son. More 
attention is immediately paid, the rod is doubly 
plied, the lash is more perseveringly adminis-* 


tered ; and the boy's agony is increased by the 
cruel words thrown in his teeth at the time of 
punishment., 'Your mother requested that I 
would pay you particular attention P 

You, who loved and love your mother, tell 
me, was not this cutting a poor boy to the quick? 
That boy's pillow was wet with tears ; a nervous 
disease afflicted his body, and he became a stupid, 
heavy-hearted, as well as thick-headed lad, and 
was flogged by both masters, English and Clas- 
sical, till he cared not what he did, how he learnt 
his lessons, or whether he learnt them at all. 
His affection for his mother, his reverence for his 
father, and his love for his many brothers and 
sisters, alone prevented him from running away 
from home, and casting himself upon the wide 
world a deserter ! 

Timidus was completely hardened to corporal 
punishment ; he always expected to be flogged, 
was seldom disappointed, and dragged on eight 


years of such severity of discipline at that school, 
as, had not God's providential goodness taken 
him away from it, would not have left him alive 
to tell his tale. Some cause or other, beneath 
God's overruling power, induced his parents to 
send him to a Grammar School in another part 
of the kingdom. Heaven did indeed shine 
upon him there beneath the smiles of an intel- 
ligent, good man, who perceived the wreck of 
intellect which remained after years of intolerable 
tyranny. Timidus was soon sent up to that 
master to be flogged, and might have deserved 
chastisement as much as he formerly did; but 
he perceived the disposition of the boy ; he knew 
that flogging had been the boy's ruin he 
touched him not. ' Go your way, Timidus, you 
will know better one day !' Not once, but many 
times, was the forbearance of this good man thus 
displayed, his plan of conduct being fixed upon 
a principle which he felt would never fail. 


Heaven be thanked, the voice of love touched 
the heart of Timidus. He gained courage, felt 
the fostering hand of protection, was soon 
cheered by the reward ! (aye, after ten years of 
degradation, with the reward of well doing). 
He rose ! his books became his delight ; his 
soul was gradually strengthened, his abilities, 
his senses, his joyous youthful ardour, returned 
to him ; he was afterwards distinguished for 
his application, and lived and lives to curse 
the system of flogging, and to say that, carried 
to the extent that he has known it, it is con- 
trary to Christ and his Religion ; let any man 
produce, if he can, a stronger argument for its 

The present narrative does not present the 
reader with any of those disgusting scenes 
to which allusion has been made. Enough 
of horrors may be found herein without the 
harrowing details which stain the pages of 


pages of our public journals in these times of 
peace. Should soldiers read these pages, let 
them not imagine that the author is desirous of 
doing away with rational discipline. Obedience, 
in whatever station of life we are, is our bounden 
duty ; and, whatever sufferings a man may be 
compelled to endure, he is a happy fellow, be he 
whom he will, if he endure them patiently, 
knowing that he suffers wrongfully ; and he is a 
wise one who, when punished for his faults, does 
not set authority at defiance, but amends beneath 

The brave man who, after many years of 
hardship, died in poverty, has left sons in the 
British army, who will certainly read the pages 
of their parent's history. They are both soldiers 
from choice, preferring to follow, as many sons do, 
their father's profession : they will make good and 
respected members of society, if they follow the 
even tenour of their father's career. Experience 


has already taught them the pleasure of obe- 
dience, in the respect they have gained from 
their officers and comrades. 

Nothing in these pages will, I trust, diminish 
the respectability of their position. The whole 
object of this work has been to shew the pro- 
vidential protection of those, who, though serving 
in the army, did not forget to serve God faith- 
fully, and to obey the dictates of humanity. 

Can any man have read the foregoing pages, 
and not have traced therein the finger which 
pointed to God-ward ? how providentially things 
were ordered for his welfare who never deserted 
his duty ? 

It may be said, that enough has not been 
related concerning the Soldier's Widow. Why 
should more be stated ? It is enough for her to 
know that she is such it is enough to know, that 
she is living in poverty, after years of toil and 
anxiety. If my readers would know more of her, 


let them visit her in her humble dwelling in the 
city of Norwich. 

The author's object in writing these pages, is 
Charity. If he has elicited any sympathy, he is 
thankful. If he has done any good, he is still 
more so. And, if those in authority, and those 
under authority, are satisfied with his exertions, 
he will feel the less concern for the errors into 
which he may have unintentionally fallen, while 
bringing under their attention the history of Mary 
Anne "Wellington, the Soldier's Daughter, "Wife, 
and Widow. 



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THE manuscript of tbese " Memoirs of tlie Reign of George the 
Second" was found at Strawberry Hill on tbe death of Horace WalpoJe, 
along with that of the " Memoirs of the Reign of George the Third," 
lately published by Sir Denis Le Marchant, in two chests, relative to 
which the author left written directions that they were not to be 
opened till a considerable period after his decease. That time having 
arrived, the seals were removed, and the nobleman to whom the 
Memoirs had been bequeathed (tbe Earl of Waldegrave), decided on 
giving them to the public ; and that they might possess every possible 
advantage it was arranged that tbey should appear under the editorial 
auspices of the late Lord Holland, whose intimate acquaintance with 
th period illustrated, family connexion with the most celebrated indi- 
viduals of the time, and distinguished scholarship, appeared to point him 
out as above all men peculiarly fitted for the task of preparing them 
for the press. 

There can be no question that the " Memoirs of the Reign of 
George II." far exceed in public interest any of the numerous 
productions of the same accomplished pen. The writer was in a 
position either to observe the extraordinary events then occurring, or 
to command intelligence from the most secret sources. Known as the 
son of the ablest minister the age produced (Sir Robert Walpole) and 
having many of his nearest friends and relatives members at different 
periods either of the government or of the opposition, it is impossible 
to imagine an individual more favourably circumstanced to record the 
stirring scenes and great events that made the reign of George II. 
so remarkable. But to these advantages must be added a talent in 
portraying the characteristics of his contemporaries, and a vivacity in 
describing the scenes in which they figured so conspicuously, in which 
he is without a rival. 

*' The intimacy which," as Lord Holland most truly observes in his 


introduction to this work, " the author enjoyed with many of the 
chief personages of the times, and what he calls his propensity to 
faction made him acquainted with the most secret intrigues and nego- 
tiations of parties," and his lordship goes on to state that the period 
of which he treats is a part of our history little known to us, yet 
well deserving our curiosity, as it forms a transition from the expiring 
struggles of Jacobitisro to the more important contests that have 
since engaged and still occupy, our attention. " His account of par- 
liamentary debates alone," he adds, " would be a valuable addition to 
our history." On the same subject the author himself says in the 
postscript to these memoirs, " For the facts, such as were not public, 
I received them chiefly from my father and Mr. Fox, both men of 
veracity ; and some from communication with the Duke of Bedford 
at the very time they were in agitation. I am content to rest their 
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nay, of every one of them, to be still more authentic, as I took 
notes at the time, and have delivered the arguments just as I heard 

It may be as well to remind the reader that the reign of George II. 
was rendered memorable by the dawning of the greatness of Pitt, and 
the minority of George III.; by the struggles of the grandson of James 
II., commonly called " The Young Pretender," to win back the for- 
feited throne of the Stuarts ; by the opposition to the reigning king of 
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Lord George Sackville; by the splendid victories of Wolfe in America, 
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